weep like rain.

There's a smell in the air
The sea is outraged,
as it stretches
Across the miles to me
in thought the trees uneasily pleased,
a state
Of illusion now to thee,

'Tis the wind
consoling them with rocking motion,
the sky dying to weep like rain
not one boat upon the ocean
the sea expressing now it's pain,

when all is over
come the morrow shine again
a gentleness to ride the waves remain

Just another stormy expression
where the sea smell leaves a stain.

nardine Sanderson 06/09/2015.