Stormy clouds muster some dramatic lights,
S’often wet at these heights…
On the moors the wind plays a bracing song,
Old hearts feel this; and long…
S’no melody but a nice enough view,

It reminds me here of you…

I sit and I think; looking through the rain,
My mind has arrived, at this sweet refrain:

You’ve given me time and plenty of tea,
Life is made from waves and you are the sea.
Now up on the hill you seem far away
Never not with me ‘specially today
It pours down; I feel your touch on my face
You are here; in my most favourite place