When Dark Clouds Fall

When dark clouds over the hills,

Storm sweeping in early autumn,

A horror of sodden valley fills,

As the crooked spire through the town

I mutter to myself upon the country ills-

The strong winds burst from time to time.

On the world’s faintest hope that someone as commited a crime.

Nature’s dark side never leads now-

Even optimism and dishearten cause a frown.

Off I go along the mountain alone.

With gusts and winds down they go,

Storms are formed from how we feel:



You said life’s too short and no one tells you they love you. I don’t have to be with you to tell you I love you. I know you will be there waiting! Even if I am not there soon I’ll be waiting.