Anyone want to watch the land through the rain on a cold hill?
Or read a poem for the isolation and viewing of distant landscape
Do you need to understand our valleys and rains will be here for as long as we may be?
Are you seeking outside influences to balance your nearest thoughts?
Do you seek somewhere that's quiet and isolated?
I wrote this many years when I used to combine a lack of love with bad weather.
That day it had rained and my heart longed for someone special.
No matter what the rain and weather would do and how the villages would live.
My heart would still be there for the hook of love.
When it comes, it comes.
The day of rains turns into days.
We sit there by some trees on a hill overlooking the valley.
We see the river come and go and watch the tiny cars below us.
As a result we feel at one with everything.
We feel it all in every moment and slice of time.
The wind is getting up and we sort of know its time to leave but this moment is forever.
We take the winding path back to the river and then into the village to depart.
Day of Rains
once the rain has stopped --
the breeze has blown and with sea
watching the farness