That night a storm raged, tearing wildly at everything in its path, showing no mercy. An anger had been dispatched from the heavens, the wind and rain its chosen weapons.
Dark-grey skies streaked with illumination, white and blue, lightning bolts accompanied by a symphony of thunder. The sea defenceless-submits, waves grow higher and crash angrily to the shore, stirring rocks and battering fragile cliffs.
All was thrown about. Hours passed filled with noise, relentless power sent destruction - a perfect storm.
Then, suddenly, all was silent, all was still.
God's anger spent, and He was pleased with His punishment.
Dark-grey skies streaked with illumination, white and blue, lightning bolts accompanied by a symphony of thunder. The sea defenceless-submits, waves grow higher and crash angrily to the shore, stirring rocks and battering fragile cliffs.
All was thrown about. Hours passed filled with noise, relentless power sent destruction - a perfect storm.
Then, suddenly, all was silent, all was still.
God's anger spent, and He was pleased with His punishment.
