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.