Storm clouds over Scarborough

It's a rainy day in late winter. The sky is the colour and texture of breeze tossed milkweed fluff.  The wind catches up the sea and beats it down against the North Cliff promenade sending sight seers scattering in a fume of sea spray and a roar of water as it smashes and rebounds - evaporating into ever smaller drops and mists and atoms of water and becomes ozonous gasses that smell salty as we breathe it in - standing at a safe distance full of chips and milky tea.