The horizon was brewing ominous clouds, Dark as if they came out of hell. The once azure sky became hazy As the north wind chilly breezes Puffed up more stratocumulus, Rain-heavy clouds signified storms. I rested against the balustrade Of the promenade, looking down at the sea. Waves upon waves dashed at the dark crags. Seaspray washed my tired face. Above the seagulls came to enjoy The thunderstorm that would soon erupt Above the small bay, now emptied of boats. The seagulls were indeed a sight to see. Only a hundred or so circled the inlet. They plunged into the sea for food Irrespective of where the chilly wind blew. They were an elegant sight to see. As the first drops of rain fell, I betook myself home. My wife was waiting anxiously for me Afraid I’ll get wet. “Watching the birds?” Clearly, she was not very much amused. She turned her back on me, as thunder boomed And lightning flashed but I went with the wind, And clasped her round her winsome waist. She did not resist, and neither did I.