The waves lapped at the shore. In the distance, dark clouds were swirling angrily and the tell-tale haze of rain merged them into the sea beneath. The waves' efforts became more laboured and a breeze blew up, whipping my long dark hair about my face. I didn't pay it any attention. The storm came ever closer. I stayed where I was, sitting on the beach, hugging my knees, curling my bare toes in the sand. The breeze became wind. A single tear escaped my half-closed eyes. I ignored the sand now stinging my skin like hundreds of tiny, hungry insects. The single tear was joined by another, and another, then became a steady stream. I watched the storm envelop the tiny boat. Dying flames were extinguished by the rain. It was dragged to the depths. There was a crash of thunder. The heavens opened above me. Pelting raindrops ruined the once perfect beach. There was a flash of lightning. I collapsed sideways and curled into a ball, crying for love lost.