Color Poem

I walk slowly through the sand as the bright blue sky hovers above my sister and I, slowly disappearing behind the dark clouds. I think nothing of it as we walk towards the ocean, and its vastness. The waves start to pick up, moving violently. I look over to my little sister, her aquamarine eyes staring back at me with concern. A wave starts to come towards us, the color almost as dark as denim. It comes fast and quick, pushing us over onto the ground to look at the azure sky in cracks behind the clouds.

I search for my sister, freeing myself from the soft light brown sand. She is just a couple feet away, the skin from her small arms is scratched from the rough salt in the ocean water. Her khaki capri's are torn at the knee and now a dark tan. I help her up and lead her to a wooden door not too far away, it leads to a small building acting as a small souvenir shop. We wait there for hours staring at the worn hickory walls, hearing the chaos outside, knowing this isn’t the safest place to be.

After a while the storm quiets down and we go outside, the sky is now red with disaster. I look at my sister and see the dry blood from the scratches on her arm and tear up a bit, I grab her hand. I look away as we struggle to walk through the water, trying to avoid the loose bricks that came from the loose, broken steps that led us down to the beach only hours before. The waves are now silent, and smooth below the almost carmine horizon.

We make it to the small, once active area above the beach and we see the black asphalt showing through the cloudy water. There is a small ashen gas station that caught flames not too long before. The smoke still remaining in the sky, streaming from the burnt building. It wasn’t until I saw my charcoal colored car that things really sunk in, this place has really been destroyed.