The might of a hundred invisible hands pushing you,
Their invisibility making them all the more threatening and dangerous;
Not knowing quite which way they will push or pull,
So best not stand too close to the edge
Lest a helping hand pushes you over.
The invisible force thundering in your ears
Very near deafens you or, at the very least, makes your auricles throb
In defence of that whipping and beating force that surges forward then retreats.
That same invisible force churns up the sea,
But that whipping and beating is not going unchallenged
As the waves rise up with all their might, frothing with rage,
Rising higher and higher, building strength and savage force
Until they meet an immovable object.
Then their strength is broken, shattered into a billion particles;
The sea-spray completely drenching everything within its arching span.
Or will the raging torment of that liquid body refuse to dissipate
As it surges onwards, riding higher, above the immovable object,
Up, up and over it rushes the wall, mounts the manmade structures.
It proves its prowess, as if it really needs to, but sometimes it does
Have to remind us who is boss, who has the final say,
Who makes the most noise, causes the greatest damage without ever having to say sorry.
Its cavalier attitude, its indisputable strength, its invisible stealth.
It cares little for the devastation, the disaster, the destruction or the damage
It creates. Its anger is unanswerable to anyone,
Its covert operation roars in wild savage howls,
Then it ceases. The anger spent, the aggression expended; invisible, but loud and clear.