The sky is gray, the ocean blue, the clouds a growing, the waves splashing relentlessly, the sand at my paws, the air heavy, I then knew a storm was a brewing, me and you, the light got dimmer, crashing louder, the ships and their crew, the sea was like a panther, waiting for their prey, nothing but a night prowler, the light from the sun reduced too nothing but a glimmer, thunder rolled, lightning striked, the wind patrolled those sands seas. The storm is known.

This was more of a descriptive poem, I couldn't think of anything so it may not be as good... and I just returned from visiting Manhattan, KS. I'm tired. And worn out. Oh well, here is a name tag thing I made, I'm gonna edit it soon though.