The Stormy Island

Waves shattered against the diminutive island, shaking the towering palm tree and flinging sand through the air. Screened by the torrential downfall a I cowered against the tree, wearing a wet yellow raincoat. "I just want the sun," I wept," and perhaps a bigger island too." As quickly as the words escaped my lips the blinding brilliance of the sun burst through the clouds, and dismissed the waves. I clambered up and witnessed his pitiful island expand into an astonishing oasis. Suddenly as quickly as it began, everything dwas stripped away into darkness as my eyes gradually lifted open.