The ocean hushes when the gray comes in,
Its breath grows slow beneath the cloudy veil;
No footprints linger where the waves have been –
the rain erases every mortal trail.
Umbrellas bloom like flowers in the sand,
Bright petals braving storms of silver mist;
And lovers wander, fingers intertwined,
to feel the sky and sea in union kissed.
Some think the beach was made for summer light,
For blazing sun and salted afternoons –
But I have seen her softer in the night,
When raindrops turn her tides to quiet runes.
For here – beneath the storm’s unbuttoned gown –
the ocean wears her royal silver crown.