This is just something I wrote when I was twelve. I recently found it on my computer and thought I might as well post it to see what people think.
I stood on the beach with the cool, course sand tickling my toes and the coal-grey clouds hanging low in the sky. As I gazed out to the tumbling waves, a gust of icy wind blew over me, whipping my hair around my face.
The thunderous waves crashed onto huge, weather worn rocks, spraying me and my oceanic surroundings with the calming and refreshing seawater. I licked my salty lips and swept my dreamy gaze up to the ever-blackening sky as a powerful gust of freezing wind buffeted me with all its kingly glory, causing my damp hair to stream out behind me.
The clouds grumbled, the sea roared and then, an earth-shattering crack. Lightning performed ballet, pirouetting and prancing across the sky, illuminating its gloominess.
Finally it came. Rain, pouring down in torrents, drenching me to the skin instantaneously. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure and relaxation. I listened to the crashing of the waves, the pitter-pattering of the rain, the cracking of the lightning and the rhythmic booming of the thunder.
The song of the stormy sea. The oceanic orchestra. I listened to the majestic music until I was hurried to shelter, however, no one and nothing can ever take this experience away from me. This spectacular memory is mine to cherish until the end of time.
