Prompt

Son of The Storm Every spring The monsoon storms would come across the ocean Bringing with it waterspouts, whirlwinds, rain and thunder From a very young age Sef would sit on the headland and watch with a feeling of awe and reverence It was as if he could sense a kinship with its freedom it's power! He would sit as if in a trance for hours watching the wind play with the sea and the lightning rage at the clouds To him it had a sentience Like a wandering titan Benevolent but elusive and