I hear nothing besides the creak of wood

And the settling of the water.

A ripple gently rocks my life

As angry storm clouds start to roll in.

I prepare the best I can.

Securing the ropes, and loose supplies to the deck.

The rain starts to pound the boat

making the deck slippery

I try to keep my balance as heavy waves splash the sides,

Threatening to send me overboard.

I hold tight to the mast as wave after wave

Comes to destroy me.

…

The smell of rain and salt lingers on everything.

The storm may have passed but it made sure to leave a mark.