The sun was shining on a beach by the ocean,

The waves are crashing against the shore,

The wind is carrying the ocean smell in motion.

Children run on the beach laughing, while some lie bored.

Palm trees dance in the wind, and clouds are starting to form,

The ocean was becoming reckless as thunder echoes,

The wind was picking up, getting a bad storm.

But the smiles of pure innocent yellow.

A siren echoes in the air as rain starts falling from the sky,

Sand and dirt are soaring at speeds of light; the fear is in the air,

It is chaos; the air is fast, dangerous, and no longer dry.

As the sky turns red as blood at the bay of St. Claire.

The waves were coming in higher every time, and it was like a tsunami.

Debris flies away in the air, with families separated and lost.