Feel the rainbow

There is nothing more beautiful than a moody sea.

More powerful than a storm.

More engaging than clouds criss crossing and chatting across the sky.

But no one wants a moody person.

They are terrified of the storm inside of us.

Even clouds are frowned upon.

Blue skies only.

Good vibes only.

I am made of nature.

I am the storm, the crashing waves and clouds looming on the horizon.

I am every colour blue you can imagine.

All the parts of me I honour to make a whole.

All the seasons that make a year.

All the cycles that make a life.

All the differences that make us the same.