Winds circle and bash the verdant shorelinepicking up debris at will,Deserted harbour streets funnel raininto rivers,Driverless cars jostle for pole positionin a race no one will win.As winds abated and water seeped away,Welcome eyes smiled.Everything seemed swell,The gentle rise and fall,The peaks that lightly crashupon a landscape of varied blues and greens.The air at once sat stilllike the p...