Chilled to the bone

Sat ambling hours staring out to the sea
Sombre, silvered skies subtly silhouttes thee
Your sheer storminess does not beckon me 
Only a penetration of pitiness from ye

You rage & roar akin a mighty wild beast
Amidst his barbarous, wolfish, carnivore feast
Ear-splitting, thunderous, deafening rumbles
As you crash your tempestous waves in tumbles

I am rigidally frozen,
Chilled to the bone
Hearing your laminations of whine & groan
A blubbering, bellowing three-dog night
Your scariness is an undesirable sight

No mercy nor forbearance you 
grace
E’er a selfishness, bad fortune face
Nor compassion, yet a tormented sorrow
I yearn for a stormless, soothing tomorrow