The Ocean.

Sometimes when it is raining and everything is gray, the ocean looks like it is being tickled. Each wave laughs in little chuckles. Other times, like today, the ocean just seems morose. Every wave is a sigh and each raindrop adds onto its burden. Maybe it just depends on the eye of the beholder.

And though the pain is an ocean
Tossing us around, around, around
You have calmed greater waters
Higher mountains have come down