The wind swirls through the leafy tress
And funnels down the lane
The mist is thick and cold
Intensified by the rain
Most of the animals are in shelter
But the frogs are leaping around
Galavanting over puddled paths
Enjoying the wet cool ground
We walk arm in arm up the narrow lane
I can see our cottage, all alone
The small lattice windows and large oak door
The ivy creeping up the stone
Approaching the door we rush inside
And lie together in the warm
Cosy and peaceful and happy
Sheltered from the storm