Oregon's Coast



Clear Skies Give Way to Clouds



Gray Clouds Cover The Ceiling



The Rain Is Coming



She's a beauty all her own
Gray sand shores stretched miles
Treasures from the sea amidst green foam


Morning fog covers her beaches
Combers walk in a misty cloak
Seeking a treasure within arms reach
Hear the faint horn of the fishermens boat

She shares a day or hour
Of windless sunshine
Only to remind she is alive with element
Fog gives way to blackened clouds
That touch the horizon

Downpour of rain soaks her gray sands
The surf intensifies pounding the shoreline
Birds and gulls seek refuge inland
She allows it to last but for a short time

A storm she has sent although be it brief
Has cleansed the coastline
Gives way to the sun and it's warm relief

So do give her time
And she'll show you she can
Change without notice...

But on her demand

Nevertooold

After the storm passed the sky was graced with weeping clouds like the one below.  

It was truly beautiful to see and enjoy.

The morning suns light sabers pierce through the woods

Playing in the surf