There’s a storm rolling in.
It’s threatening my sunrise.
An angry growl echoes around me, warning me to seek cover.
I don’t listen.
I walk towards the flashes of light.
Into the gusts blowing off the ocean.
Looking for my perfect morning.
I’m alone on the beach.
No one around but me,
save a lone jogger and a vagabond.
There’s an uneasy calm in the thunderous silence.
Will the pull of the moon hold the storm at bay?
Will the sun break through the tropical chaos?
Will I get my perfect sunrise?
©2019 Brooke Lee