The steel grey sky was full of promise, the dark clouds looming overhead threatening to release their store.
The ocean, calm, still, ominous, the only sounds to break the silence was the gentle lapping of the waves as they spread out across the already damp sand.
The gulls taking flight, headed inland for the day.
The smell of raindrops hung in the air, teasing my senses with the relief a storm would bring.
The gloomy billows above me drifted onward however, taking with them the promise of breaking the drought, the pressure builds though, the air is full of warning.
Soon, it will come, with absolute strength to wash away the dryness of summer, bringing with it at last the crisp winds of autumn.......