Of Wind and Rain

Of wind and rain, my soul is made

Of sea and salty air

The wind has often carried many pieces of my heart

For softly, myself, I have confessed

To the breezes across my inlet

My ocean, she has my every secret kept

I feared not I would be found out

She listens intently, she listens my dear

She washes away the hurt and keeps my mind clear

I am absolved by her movements

I am enlightened by her force

I am but a small ship, sailing her course

Of wind and rain my soul is made

I am melting into her tide

It is in her flow I feel no reason, no reason at all to hide

She brings me to this solace, this feeling of peace she gives

So utterly at peace I be, its on this coast I feel I have lived

Of wind and rain my soul is made.