The sea settled yesterday.

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I had gotten so dependent on your rulessness, each day the moon shifted slightly to the left.

my salt-slapped cheek chilled by your blistering brutality, a blow I once waited each patient minute

to experience. Wishing and waiting,

a sweltering silence only tempted by this misery,

you rained on my parade when I was in a tempest of torture.

To breathe under your great wave was inconceivable.

why? why do you enjoy this misery you infect? A spect, a spit, a drizzle of darkness dampening the day.

You muster, brew and boil. Then the cracking of the cradle follows. We all see. A single drop drips down and the heavens fall.

I once liked the rain. Loved it even, if you can call it love. The cold, the damp, the dark, there is a strange beauty to it.

Maybe as You know it will end.

I miss the rain.

Sometimes.

But today, as I think of this stormy set of sinking sentiments, a simple shining sliver of sun slips through.

The warmth touches the tip of my nose.

I let her in.

And I can breathe.

I AM HAPPY TO BE AWAY FROM YOU.

Away, safe and sound, from the brutal wind-rush of the seashore.

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