But now when I look back, I realize it was fun. It didn't seem like it then, But it was when it was done. I'm glad I went to Death Valley, Went through hell to get there. Go there if you dare. The waves clash and roar one after the other.
Black clouds thunder into a storm.
The winds firecely blow the waves ashore. Waves of anger splashing into sea, rythmically attacking the family at ease. Tremulous and rattled the family takes the gushing rage. All the lightening has been lustrously blinding, but no damage has been done. Now, the rain is airy, it's no longer injurous.