The Wave Series: Ripples

The sky was downcast,

Grey clouds looming large,

Ready to burst at the seams

And spill out;

All sorts of secrets,

Sounds and suffering.

I was stranded on the shore,

As I looked up to the heavens;

The waters come down in haste,

To wash my face,

And escort the tears streaming down,

To meet the sea.

I looked at the rough sea,

Who by now was furious,

By the way she was tickled,

She shipped out a few waves and ripples;

To offload her gripe on me.