A Change in the Weather

There is a change in the weather

There is a change in the air.

We don’t altogether approve it

Preferring a forecast of fair.

But the clouds settle down like a blanket,

The wind rises high in the trees

The rain’s pouring down like a torrent

And none of them ask, “if you please?”

Soon comes the thunder and lightning

Soon comes the fierce of the storm

We huddle right down in our comfort

Hoping to stay dry and warm.

But the wind is so fierce in our faces

And the challenge is blazed in our eyes

And we raise up our chins to the tempest

And shout to the thundering skies.

For we were born into the laughter

Of those who would dream and would dare

And a wild, wild blood surges under

The workaday face which we wear.

While the eagle screams out to the mountains

And our tears are washed clean by the rain

We shall not shrink back under cover

But stand up and try once again.