Angry Ocean

The sky, once a canvas of playful blue,

now screams a bruised and stormy hue.

The wind, a restless whisper,

transforms to a banshee's bitter shiver.

Waves, once playful, lapping at the shore,

become giants, hungry for more.

They roar a primal, angry cry,

tearing at cliffs, reaching for the sky.

Whitecaps churn, frothing with rage,

a monstrous ballet on a darkened stage.

Salty spray stings, a bitter kiss,

as the ocean clenches its mighty fist.

Ships, once masters, dance in fear,

tossed like toys, their fate unclear.

The churning depths, once a tranquil home,

now a battleground of churning foam.

The angry ocean, a force unbound,

a primal rage that shakes the ground.

Until, exhausted, it starts to wane,

leaving a world washed clean by rain.