Passing of the Storm

     taking sips
of cold,
sweet iced tea
is heaven;
as I swelter
underneath flame,
watching the sea birds
soaring,
the sand
creeps between my feet.
but a storm invades,
and the sea birds struggle
to hold fast
to their life.
but the war ceases -
the storm has triumphed;
leaving the air shivering,
so when I take a sip
of my cold iced tea,
underneath the tumultuous clouds,
the drink is bitter -
and though the sun is gone,
the flames still erupt.