I live right by Lake Michigan and have seen the different faces of it. Rather intimidating at times and yet so beautiful. Here is my inconsequential attempt to capture something of what I see every day from my window.
This picture sort of inspired the poem, except the water was blue when I started to write it and then it became this disturbing shade of brown…
Blue waters, of different shades
As distance grows.
Puffs of white, lining the horizon
Calm and smooth.
I watch. I wait. I wonder.
I listen. I shut my eyes.
I breathe. Slowly.
The gentle waves, crash a little louder
Rising with the tide
Fury. I can feel the anger.
I hear the howling wind.
I open my eyes in terror.
Blue waters, darkened now against a black sky.
It roars, building to a crescendo.
Deafening clash against land.
I fear the wrath of the growing storm,
Approaching me with open arms.
The wind in my hair, pushing me towards it.
I fight. Half-heartedly.
Misty spray of the ocean in my face, I feel.
I breathe. Slowly.
I open my eyes in wonder,
Marveling at the power,
The sheer strength of the moment takes me in.
I step into the foam, I am lost.
Picturesque! from everything you’ve written in here, it’s almost magical!
And that description, Sruthi, is honest and beautiful, so, so, so far from inconsequential!
Beautiful and lucid!
Thank you!
Water, large bodies of it especially, have a profound effect on me. Like you said, liberation 
(yeah, I just finished reading your post) . It’s just overwhelming!! I loved the your descriptions!! I could see so clearly almost exactly what you saw!!