Storm Clouds
As blessèd night rolls in
Closer from o’er the heather hills,
I strangely find myself in trepidation,
Of the clouds and of the storm,
The storm clouds gather
In the blessèd night above,
I had never been scared
Of storm clouds in my youth,
Clearly time changes all,
There was much for which
I had learnt fear and trepidation,
Though as lightening struck,
And rain began to patter,
I find myself excited as I used to be
For the storm
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