I look at the deep waters
And heard the roaring seas.
Tides arrive to shore
Both high and low.
Waves crash like cymbals—
Filled with rhythm
Onto the grey boulders.
Sunshine was absent
But the wind was not.
Grey skies vanished daylight
Into darkness all around.
I light up a candle
But the gust blew my flame.
I heard small taps:
Drip drop
Drip drop
Coming from the sky.
I noticed a humid scent,
From the Evergreen trees
And the call from soaring seagulls—
Its only a small reminder
Of the coast of the Pacific Northwest.