keeping time with their soothing roar.
higher and higher the sun climbs,
but hours slow their passage on island time.
angry clouds begin to roll over the sun,
lightning and thunder crack with the sound of a gun.
soon the storm begins to slow,
leaving only a drizzling rain to show
that once the waves had crashed and the boats had swayed,
but on the bayside now, lightning shows no longer played.
This reminds me of a couple of beach trips I have taken, when a storm rolls in over the water, how beautiful that can be. I also think of a tank my sister always wears on those trips that says, "I"m on Island Time." : )
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