The Sky is the Sea Waiting To Fall

They say that the sea is water reflecting the sky but isn’t the sky the sea waiting to fall. That endless expanse of air robbed the sea of precious particles forming clouds that look like the foam the sea builds as it shores upon the beach. The spectacle of colors–tangerine to orange to purple to red to the quietest blue and the dull black—the sky turns into still hints of the depth the sea keeps in her unexplored heart. Always and always, forever and forever…the sea beckons the sky to fall. Helpless it surrenders, during those tumultous dark gloomy days, loud with anger, flashing lights in resistance, and crying in tears as it unleashes the rain.