Foggy

Foggy and
Misty and
Hazy....

Through
The window
I can't see
The distant
Sea

Not that
It upsets
Me

I live on a hill,
Hilly terrain,
Hillside slopes,
Winding wynds,
Verdant valleys
Dense forests,
Flanked by
Houses....

The clouds and
The sun playing
Hide and Seek,
The rain lashing
Having a mood,
The streams gurgling
Rattling the stones,
And I observe....

Not being able to
See the sea, when
It's cloudy and foggy
And hazy and misty,
Yet from this hilltop view,
There's still lots to see.

Weather is like Life,
Always full of vagary.