Waves, waves a-pounding

The waves are crashing loudly in the ocean tonight. The ground is cool, and the wind blows softly, as if to ease the memory of day-time summer heat. The pink flowering creepers by my window shiver in the drizzle, perfuming the breeze. Awaken not, thou shallow tears, I bid you away.
The waves are pounding on the beach, as angry. So different from the calm, clear, cool water of the morn. Years have gone flit-flying by. Surrounded by change I remain the same.