a poem

Hello. Today I felt like writing a poem and it might not be very good but, here it is anyway.

in the morning
the lake sits
the cool mist walking over it
and the sun gently watching
as the city begins to awaken
as the first bird song is heard
the first chill comes
engulfing the people
walking on the pier
the boats pull away from the dock
the decks getting sprayed with water
the driver smiling to himself
then the clouds cover the sun
and the smile
that was on the driver’s face vanishes
as he realizes the storm is coming
and there is nothing to do
but wait