The Storm

The placid ocean,

An eerie silence,

A storm was setting in.

The distant ships

And their trembling sails,

With trepidation.

The water was STORwithdrawn,

The sky thundering 

Was it just a storm 

Or perhaps something more vicious?

A lightning bolt 

Struck the serene ocean,

Erupting a thousand erratic waves.

Were those just some wild waves 

Or a premonition of something too fell.

The eerily calm leaves 

Now rustled, 

As noisily as they could,

With the once-absent winds,

Now blowing with a vengeance.

It had been too quiet,

A lot quiet than what's normal, but

No one had really perceived the quiet

To be the harbinger of the storm,

The tempestuous monster 

Which would ravage everything around.