The storm and the lighthouse.

The storm and the lighthouse.

I sit by the lighthouse and look up at the sky. I can see the puffy clouds as they float by. Then I was amazed when the angels arrived. They float down in their silky white gowns with diamonds in their eyes. I guess they stop by to say hi? The clouds turn a shade of  gray, and I can see a storm on its way. The waves smashed up on the rocks and left sea foam by my toes. I can feel the spray on my face, and the wind picks up like it's was in a race. Then a star fell from the sky. Then a bright light appeared right by my side. She has arrived. The wedding bride.