“We travel,
some of us forever,
to seek other places,
other lives,
other souls.”
– Anais Nin

Grey skies above the waters

No sun, can be seen, brightly shining
When the heavy rain filled storm clouds
Fill, the whole of the visible horizon
It is that time, to start sailing, ashore
Before, the all powerful and mighty Thor
Hits, with a heavy hand, his hammer

Grey skies still above the waters
As the wind slowly subsides before
The soft and damp mist arises
Keeping nature very still and calm
After the storm has finally gone
Blue are now the surrounding skies
Blue as the clear waters all around
The sound of nature gently returning
As after all, the world keeps on turning