Yesterdays Rain

Sunday In the second dale Where we can smile In the summer haze we'll watch the heather wave Following the larks Dance in the sky Right there by the stream Shallow rock beds gleam Sifting through the stones Shadows come and go beneath Whispers Spreading through the leaves Hushed for a while See the water funnel to a hasty flow Leaping over Ford To sleep in pools Melting gold and green Countless branches weaved to a canopy high in the air Bowing to the stream Natures perfect scene until..... Tearing down the hill it came to the Ford Yesterday's rain is Westerdale's gain Tyres spit the water through the air Yesterday's rain is Westerdale's gain Laughter heard through open windows Engine strains to climb away Yesterday's rain is Westerdales gain