I stand at the beach and look across the water. There is a storm raging the bay but what I see is a great symphony. The waves are the conductors and they set the stage. The storms drums across the sky followed by the wind bursting through the trees on its cue. The wind whispers to the water and sings to the heavens, while the thunder forms the crescendo. The trees quietly rustle, reciting their part as the dark clouds chant vociferously to the land below. The waves violently clash into the rocks to keep everyone in tune, once more. It’s like a concerto with the rain at its prime and the thunder and lighting left to perform a breath taking duet. Harmonized now, the orchestra roars with splendour, leaving its audience in awe. The bay can only tremble in applause as the curtain falls and the sweet solo of silence fills the air with tranquility. Its serene voice spreads across every part of the beach like a Siren. The song spins a web of calm over everything along the bay, trapping in peace. Soon the waves go back to their work and the trees play with the breeze. The clouds go their own way as everything departs, while I stand breathless after nature’s magnificent performance.