Maybe its because of the weather, The coulds seem to have made a permanent home in the sky, And the cold air complimenting it, Has made...

I can sense it. The incoming of the rain before it actually arrives. It is getting darker outside, with the grey clouds sweeping the sky...

There's the bustling street behind me, But I face the sea ahead, Stretching as far as it can go, And it takes me, Away from the chaos...