Nature's version of a drum solo—loud and relentless.

The ocean roared with a kind of reckless abandon as it collided with the rocks below. Each wave seemed determined to outdo the last, throwing itself against the jagged edges with unrelenting force. I stood for a while, mesmerized by this endless battle between water and stone. The spray leapt into the air like fleeting fireworks before falling back into the churning blue. There was something hypnotic about the rhythm—chaotic yet strangely predictable. The rocks bore the marks of countless such encounters, their dark surfaces glistening momentarily before being drenched again. It felt like watching time itself in motion, each wave a reminder of nature's quiet patience and power.