Emphasis Preaching Journal

Storms on the water are frightening to watch, much less be in. First the sky turns an eerie yellow-grey as the clouds roll in across the sun. The water turns dark, a mixture of bruise-purple and sickly green and grey that simply looks dangerous. A wind picks up, and the dangerous water begins to ripple into choppy waves. Some of those waves get large enough to show white foam at the top, like rabid creatures. The waves crash on the shore or seawall. Lily pads and reeds sway violently as the water and wind buffet them from above and below. It starts to rain, sheeting down into the whitecaps.