The grayish hues, banish the blues
To further places and unfamiliar faces
A haunting breeze, connects the leaves
To waters rough and tougher stuff

Where are all the people gone?
Why did all the people run?
The regulars all hide in their pockets
To safer ground, the wise ones sound

But the few who sneak,
Through this violent peak
To embrace the range
Of natures strange hostile streak.

At another side to the usual
I’m drawn new to these noble few
As we walk the winds and brave together
This rainy Saturday’s inclement weather