Winter Storm

The gentle winter breeze tickled the shore, the sand dancing about the ground gracefully.
The cool pink of the sunrise sat on the horizon, contrast against the hazy blue up above.
Smudged colours of pink and purple smeared the edge of the sea, a coloured canvas created by the Gods.
Waves embraced the sand, enveloping it in soft sprays of cold, salt water, and birds chirped,
Flying high, breaking swiftly through colourful clouds that blotted the sky.
The gentle wind began to surge, once a promise of serenity, now a promise of trouble.
Plants began to sway brutally in the wind, their rapid rhythm luring creatures of all kinds to seek shelter against the hurried wind,
Birds stopped chirping, disappearing from a sky now tainted with the shadow of the tempest,
Dark clouds gathered as one on the horizon, the promise of doom echoing from deeply within the shadows of the storm.
Waves charged at the shore, the ice cold of the water burning all that it touched.
Sand rushed along the ground, chasing the wind, covering plants in coats.
The wind whispered to creatures, big and small, to hide,
For the winter storm had finally come.