White light bathes frothy waves crashing into the shore, illuminating a continuing Domino Effect, while the heavens pour out a storm. Pellets of rain like clusters of fireflies under lamps, landing onto the steps leading to sand and water, almost as if you can catch them. In a way, you can, if you let them soak you. Soak, not clean, because rain is no longer pure and who knows, the acid could eat into your body. But stay, stay until it washes the surface, till you feel it is enough. The sea sings notes discordant, made more so by the rain pattering onto concrete, into sand, into water and albescent froth.

The water sings to you.