Before the storm.
I looked around,
Everything was gray,
and quiet.
A storm was coming I felt,
I patiently waited and prepared to drown.
It never came.
I was worried,
Not relieved,
Because my mind betrayed me.
I looked around again,
Everything was still gray,
and quiet.
And I still patiently wait for the storm.
In Picture:
A boat in the Arabian Sea, Goa.
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