The day is perfect
The air is cool
The sky is grey
You and me
Happy as can be
You look to me
And ask
\"Why do you prefer the grey\"
I smile
A warmth growing inside
My story waiting to be told
\"I prefer the grey,
For many reasons.
To me
A grey sky
Is so much more
Than a blue one.
Grey holds more power
With lightning
And thunder.
Grey can change
it\'s shape and colour.
Blue is always blue.
But most of all
I love grey
Because it means rain.\"
I pause
And look out the window.
\"Why \"
You ask
\"Do you like the rain\"
\"Well,\"
\"I like the rain
Because it is water.
Water is where
I feel most at home.
Water brings me peace
And serenity.
I feel my soul
Is one with the waves.
Always changing
Yet still the same.
Water can be mean
And powerful.
Causing pain
And striking fear.
Water is also peaceful
And vital.
I wish to live my life
Like I am water
Strong and determined
Not fretting obstacles in my path.
And yet gentle
And loving.
Water brings people together
Humans and animals alike.\"
\"What do you mean?\"
\"If it weren\'t for the rain
Would you be here?\"