My best day - poem

White waves crash onto the sandy coloured shore,

Brightly coloured swimmers float out further into the clear ocean.

A dark sheet of clouds take over the once sunny, blue sky. 

Warm coastal air suddenly turns cold.

Brain freezing shivers and goosebumps descend down spines.

The wild wind flipping my now messy hair in every direction.

My mum laughs.

Her teeth shine white against the darkening sky.

The creamy coloured lighthouse stood tall in the background, 

Highlighted with thousands of blue-like colours. 

Starting from the bottom, painted with the deepest of blue imaginable, darker than the bottom of the ocean.

To the palest shade which could almost be mistaken for white,

If it wasn’t for the one sliver of sun peeking from the grey clouds above.

Loud chatter flowed throughout the air, 

The calming ocean splatter drowned out.

Heavy, water-stained concrete stairs lead our feet up,

Around the soaking wet grass taken over by a recent sheet of rain. 

My dark shoes were stained even darker,

blaming the sinking ground.

The painted lighthouse became bigger with every step, 

So did the raging, rain-filled clouds above. 

I slowly turn around, 

Taking in the darkened view from the screen placed before me. 

Capturing the essence of the words painted onto the house,

Through the glassy camera on my phone.

Figuring out what outlined the stunning highlights seen from the bottom.

My movie moment had been distracted,

The stormy clouds spat with anger over us. 

Soaking tourists with maroon suitcases,

And the thundering rain clouds weren’t a good mix.