
All day it has been threatening, creeping near
I could feel it, I could smell it, it was almost like a fear
A rustling in the trees a swooshing through the bushes
Closing in all day, crawling up on me through the rushes.
The morning started so well blue skies and sunshine
Wandering through the church yard the day look set to be fine.
Halfway through the afternoon all things began to change
Not like the morning creep and clinging nasty and strange!
Drip, drip, plop ,plop it is getting nearer the skies are dark
When they should be light. A rumbling sounds, hark!
It’s here, it’s here at last the clouds are bursting
I want to dance, hearing the ground rejoicing at it’s quenching.

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Sorry I put the link to Tangental’s page here is where you will find him.