Eunice

Eunice came and did her worst
to Southern England's shore
threw her toys out of the pram
and then came back for more
tossed the sea to caldron surge
with shingle in the air
flinging them to landward
without a thought or care
and then when she was done and spent
she sulked and slunk away
leaving us to count the cost
from this rough stormcast day

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Photo – Jempics

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September storm

Watched whilst bathed in sunshine
as the storm it gathered strength
and the sky out there grew darker
knew it'd soon arrive at length

So we packed away the beach hut
in sunshine heat still strong
as we both knew it would change soon here
and there'd be rain before too long

Still, it had been a jolly good one
this mid-september heat
tho the thunderstorm still lurking
would not admit defeat

As before we made it safe back home
though now sheltered in the car
the rain arrived in buckets
thunder rumbling from afar

And lightning lit the darkened sky
as with cacophonic sound
the storm we'd seen at distance
consumed everything around

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Photo – Jempics

Atmospheric IV

Atmospheric I think you might say
of the beach at Shoreham this evening
with the white of the surf from the waves on the shore
and the taste of salt they were leaving
The wind caught our breath and took it away
as we leant to sou’westerly facing
and a laugh shouted loud at the thrill of it all
was lost in the ambiance bracing

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Photo – Jempics

Nature’s thrash-metal show

A clue when the sun
hides away from the day
and the mugginess grows
as the sky becomes grey
Then, as evening approaches
a splatter of rain
It looks like a storm
is brewing again

A rumble of thunder
as the night-time comes round
But in the gaps and the stillness
there’s barely a sound

Then from over the sea
a bright flash in the sky
as, restless, the storm
seeks to electrify
And we count down the seconds
as the thunder moves in
The cacophony grows
and turns into a din

And then we are there
with excitement and thrills
as the rain hammers down
and the floodwater spills

And the lightning’s as bright
as a daytime light-show
and each thunderclap deafens
and excites, as you know
Our whoops of excitement
are lost in between
as the storm gathers pace
with a whoop and a scream

It’s frightening and scary
and wonderful fun
But we’re always relieved
when a thunderstorm’s done

The claps become rumbles
and are less agitated
as we smile and relax
because now we are sated
And as the storm moves away
‘Til it’s hardly in sight
We will go back to bed
and turn in for the night

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The green and the grey

The prevailing Sou’Westerly’s blowing quite hard
with white horses out there today
Its cooler but the view from the beach
is great with the green and the grey

There’s an edge of a storm out there in the wild
that the sea will tickle and coax
And a fleck of moisture on the wind in my face
throws into the mix a few soaks

But I don’t mind a bit for there’s laughter right here
teased out by a very good friend
Who knows me much better than I can ever return
and who always wins in the end

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The sea from safe distance

The mischievous sea
with the high winds last night
is tossing and turning
and a fabulous sight

I’d not want to be out there
in the chop and the churn
But I’ll stand on the shore
for some lessons to learn

I’ll watch as its movement
is quickening there
from relative safety
though always aware

For these tantrums I’ve seen
many times through the years
the stuff of some thrills
but also some tears

Respectful I’ll wave
as the waves ignore me
unpredictable and
from safe distance, the sea

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The window and the rainbow

Saw a rainbow through the window
travelling on a train
Huge black clouds behind it
bringing lots of rain
Cocooned in warmth, protected
I watched safely as the storm
overtook the sunshine
and grew to monstrous form
But onward sped the carriages
regardless, northern bound
Where several miles along the line
More sunshine there we found

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Sussex shores and breath taken

Muddy brown midst churning waves
I hear the ocean sing
with yellow skies beneath the grey
and seagulls on the wing
Tumultuous the breakers there
foaming on the beach
the anger of the waters’ voice
staying out of reach
Yet despite that thinly veiled threat
there is beauty here today
the power of these Sussex shores
which take my breath away

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Bathed in yellow ochre

Bathed in yellow ochre
as through the clouds the sunshine broke
the sea reflecting breaking skies
as the storm removed its cloak
And settling there for brief respite
although the waves still towered high
we marvelled at the setting sun
beneath a darkening sky

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Lost, found and kept

Lost to shouting seas
Found with murmuring ones
Kept upon a whisper
When the silence comes

Snatched when anger’s present
Gathered when it’s calm
Shared upon a whisper
When words become my psalm

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