with the primeval roar of the sea
and torrential rain angrily hissing.
Airborne seagulls were forced to veer off course,
their screeches part of the symphony
of the seaside on this most stormy day
with the dark clouds coloured a depression grey.
A woman's umbrella was wrenched
from her grasp, turned inside out
and a plastic bag danced to nature's music
as ruined boats lay weather-tortured.
Waves crashed over the harbour walls,
I stood in awe in the autumnal gale
feeling so insignificant and frail.