'Twas peaceful,
Calm, dead winds,
pacified sea.
Yet a lone wave
to shore did come.
Prescience.

The dead wind then started,
slowly, but building.
swaying trees, even the
largest couldn't
resist the compelling
power of the gale,
branches whipping
back and forth.

Climax:
Destruction, everything in its path.
Through areas densely populated.
People, yes, and trees received
Annihilation from the storm.

And the eye passes over:
Calm, sane, for a few
bone shattering
moments; Infinity in finite time.

Anticipation:
Waiting for the return of
the devastation. and it comes, no less
than expected, and more, in the wake,
destroyed.

And, as suddenly as it started...
It stopped.
From near boiling seas,
large waves tumult, to nothing.
And now, a single, small wave.