Slate-grey under stormy skies.
Droplets mar the glass surface.
Mirroring the clouds,
always moving,
always changing.
Never the same,
never quiet.
Flowing under the influence of wind,
Little ripples wobble across the surface,
commuters in a rush for home.
Blue as a cloudless sky,
only broken from it's sister
by the endless stretch of green,
shimmering, glistening, reflecting.
