Reflective

the ocean speaks to me
in the whisper of the rain,
and though i’m far away
it still remembers me.

the rain falls down on me
and runs across my skin,
and when it rejoins the sea
it gives my touch to it.

the scattered thunderclouds
speak of whitecapped waves,
giving me a picture
of beloved stormy seas.

the screaming wind races
with a sense of urgency,
and i respond in thought
yearning for the deep.