A gust rips along the water and thunders into the beach, rocking parasols and snatching at hats and towels.
A dark beast looms over the horizon.
Bruise blue clouds boil over one another, dragging a dreary skirt along beneath them.
There’s barely time to find cover before the tempest erupts.
Thick, heavy drops pound the earth.
Everything is wet.
The ground shakes as the beast bellows.
We huddle together until it passes.
As it always does.