The day was dripping with sunshine.
Like a hot butterscotch sauce,
it made everything glow,
Ripples of heat were visible on the surface of the ocean,
Creating a layer of ghostly white mist between the sea and the sky,
Islands in the distance rose from that mist.
Even the waves had melted down into a smooth undulating dance,
reflecting the golden blue sky above.
She sat, reading a book about winter,
Reveling in the summer heat.
It was glorious…..
She fell asleep to the caress of the last of the summer breeze
and the song of the waves as they lapped the shore.
Suddenly, she woke up.
Where was she?
The brilliant day was gone,
the butterscotch sky had given way to charcoal clouds.
The breeze had stiffened, enough to create real waves
crashing on the shore.
Umbrellas were blowing around on the beach,
Anxious mothers packing up bags,
calling children from the water.
Sunburned bathers running for their cars.
She got up, folded her beach chair
She picked up her book, her bag,
Headed for her car,
She turned once more to glance
back at the sea.
A zig-zag bolt of lightning announced the time.
Time to run.
An enormous clap of thunder echoed down the sound.
A hard stiff wind picked up everything not held down.
People yelling over the noise for their children
For their loved ones.
She got to her car, facing the water.
She sat there, watching,
as the world turned on the once happy beach lovers.
In a moment, the joy of a perfect summer day
As if it were a dream.
Sheets of rain, a cacophony of thunder, and wind, and angry waves
Causing chaos now.
How quickly things can change, she thought.
Nothing lasts forever.