The Thunderous Wave

As the wild wet wave barrel’s over me like a sparkling, soggy, scroll, I can see the fierce, fluffy, foamy purl white lip close on me like a snow avalanche, behind me, I see the intense azure blue, water as it crawls above me like a tunnel. I smell the natural brackish fresh air zoom past me. I taste the salty, sandy, sea water spraying everywhere like it’s raining. I hear threatening crashes from other waves and kids giggling in the distance but to me in sounds like mice squeaking. I feel petrified but also eager to try and take on this thunderous wave.