The Heavens Howl

The heavens howl. The ocean is frothy like a Starbuck's mocha latte. The coast is stoic. It receives the wind's wrath calmly. The rock is unperturbed. The angry air rushes over the water as a calvary charging across liquid plains. I hear the wind's curses as they snag themselves on the crags. What language! It is graphic in its gusts.