In the face of the ocean, anger brewed, Waves like clenched fists, the horizon skewed. The venomous sky, a brooding shroud, Thunder growled from its ominous cloud. Lightning scrawled fury, tore through the night, A discordant dance of perilous light. The air was electric, thick with disdain, As nature unleashed its unbridled reign. Yet deep in its depths, a silence slept, A calm beneath where secrets are kept. For anger, though fierce, will ebb and wane, And peace will return to the stormy plain.