rain in the sea - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The waves are an ever changing mosaic of the blue made so glorious by their watery-crown splashes. Their movement is in so many directions, yet to my soul I feel the entire scene as if it were some soothing movie. I could watch the rain in the sea all day, stand here with the water on my skin. It is so sweet sometimes to let the calmness within feel so secure as the wind blusters of its own accord all around, tousling my hair in its dancing ways.
These moments pass as photographs, each morphing so perfectly into the next. My inner eye sees each water-petal among the many, airborne in the briny breeze as translucent confetti. Then as if the almighty pressed "play" - they continue their journey in real time, companions in companionable silence. For in this time of rain, sky and sea become one.
These drops are only rain until they reach the sea, then they become a part of the briny blue, moving with the waves as one. I guess starlight is the same, shining as scattered seeds of perfect light until the return of the sun. Perhaps I should seek the shelter of the beach hut, linger in the cozy walls, wrap cool fingers around a warm chocolatey drink, but instead I'm mesmerized by the patterns, countless ripples overlapping in choreographed chaos.
That which evaporated from her briny waves returns as pure water from above, sending perfect ripples ever outward. This rain comes as if by divine request, to bring a freshness to our weariness, to remind us that we are connected to our world, that she reaches out for us. And so I stand on the bow and watch billions of transient crowns appear and fade, only to be made anew.
The rain gives of herself unto the ocean, each fragment becoming apart of the body of brine, of the waves and sea-lace. I hear each watery gift, softer than the patter on a rooftop, moving in subtle waves of its own according to the wind. I wonder if this is how music began, how mankind thought to conjure song and dance, by hearing the natural rhythms of nature. Upon the sand, the rain is almost silent, enriching the hue from cream to ears of summer maize.