When the wild wind whistles

     And the rain pours down

With a loud pitter-pattering

     On villages and towns;


When the trees dance in unison

    To the wild rampant storm;

When you and I are safe in bed

     All cuddled up warm;


When clouds chase like chariots

    Across the blackened sky

And the moon watches over us

    From way, way up high - - -


The world slowly turns around;

    The sun smiles over hills;

People make their way to work

    In offices and mills.


Children scamper off to school;

    Dogs begin to bark;

Gardeners plan their day ahead

     In gardens and in parks.


There’s traffic in the high street

    And people in the shops.

The sun’s now shining brightly

    And the wind’s begun to drop;


The wind and rain have left behind

    A day that’s warm and bright,

But do you think that blustery wind

   Will sneak back here tonight?



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