Two fronts by the sea.
From East and West they came.
Calm as a breeze. Light as a tease.
One day they meet.
A tickle at first.
A spark here and there.
But enough to ignite. Drew fate’s sight.
Potential made fright.
Day turned night, and night lit day.
Lightning strikes and thunder quakes.
Till morning comes and blue skies wake.
Two fronts met and left no trace.