Storm Over the Glens

The sky grew darkened as the day neared it's end Clouds of black cloak the glens, impending in their send Drops of rain on the rooftop now fall, it's like music to our favorite song I glance over seeing you stoking the fire, lightening throw shadows like they belong My hand cradles a glass of chilled wine, sitting next to my darling man Whilst the howling winds tempt the trees to a dance, as if it all was planned In our highland cottage so warm, the storm rages on, as we lie in blanketed clutch Tomorrow the glens will be calm and serene as I am awoken by your touch