Impetuous waves melancholically rock in expectation of the moment – titanic explosion. The haze [bad word] tightening the sky replacing soft clouds giant swarms, in which are continually distributed scared sounds – as if there behind them gate slam with improbable force publishing gnash, roar and start up lightnings. 
Time as if stops all around fades exactly at that moment it`s possible to hear the secret of the sea. The storm is already close.