Northwest

Trapped inside, forced to hide
The grey is overwhelming
The wet never ends, sun rarely begins and mold has found its heaven
Beauty in green, a beautiful scene
The rewards of the never ceasing rain
The ocean is near, clouds shedding tears,
I can taste the salt in the air
The beaches are chilly, birds gone silly
The warmth a rare treat indeed
In the opposite direction, Snow White of confection
A mountain stands proud and tall
Danger it yields, vast wonder it wields
And great mysteries it holds within it
The common ground of both, is something I often loath
The torrential dripping of the skies
Like a never ending head cold the wet gets very old
And there is nothing I can do to stop it
I must learn to embrace this wet, grey, green place
And push away any expectancy of sun
For anywhere I go, I will come to know
No place is without a deficiency