Rain lashed shores
Sodden with a night's bleak torrent
The teeming onslaught
Forcing a driving current to
Push inland
A tiny wooden pier
Almost a century old
Clung dangerously to life
While waves the height of a house
Bombarded it like a beating drum
No bird was vain enough
To attempt to fly
No boat was out this day
Yet there was a somewhat friendly calling of the sea
Its ravaged countenance
Reminded me of a screaming child
All huff and puff
Torrid temper
Thrashing and causing pain
Then calmness again
As the swell simmered
Stifled by a placating hand
The concrete defences had done their work
Surviving the war-like battle
Rock pools were full of frothy mass
With a few startled small fish
Waylaid in the abuse of the storm
The giant had been conquered
