Stormy+Beach+Nisha

Nisha || || Going to the beach. The luggage is in the car. It is a long drive, But I don’t mind.
 * ~ A Trip of Tragedy
 * = We are going today,

In the car, On the way to the beach, My sister and I play games. We lose the pieces under the seats. But I don’t mind.

We are here at last, Here at the beach. In the hotel, The room is not ready. But I don’t mind.

On the hotel bed, At the beach. I lay back and close my eyes. The mattress is lumpy, like a caterpillar. But I don’t mind.

We step into the summer air, Here at the beach. My flip-flops fall off my feet. They are too big. But I don’t mind.

I step onto the hot sand, Of the beach. My feet are burned, like the toast in the oven. But I don’t mind.

I lay out a towel, On the beach. The towel is old, And too small. But I don’t mind.

I smear greasy lotion on my arms, At the beach. The lotion stings my skin. But I don’t mind.

My sister and I run down to the waves, On the beach. The water chills my feet. But I don’t mind.

We chase seagulls, Down the beach. They snap at our feet, like snakes. But I don’t mind.

We jump in the waves, At the beach. They wash over my head, And soak me. But I don’t mind.

I dig in the sand with my sister, At the beach. We build a sandcastle as tall as her. Then the wind knocks it over. But I don’t mind.

It is time to go in, At the beach. We wash off and walk back to the hotel. I am cold. But I don’t mind.

I have to take a shower, Even at the beach. My suit is sandy and wet. But I don’t mind.

We drive to a seafood restaurant, On the beach. The wait is long. But I don’t mind.

We are leaving now, From the beach. Vacation is over. I catch one last sight of the beach. Then it is gone, And I mind. ||  ||