There I was walking in the rain,

The smell of damp in the air again,

The touch of wind,

The taste of hope,

A little flutter to make me cope.

The smell of peat that filled my nose,

And in my heart my feelings rose,

The half-a-smile,

The cling of mud,

Happiness breaking through its bud.

The world I knew had washed away,

Whatever is new to do I may,

The kiss of new,

The taste of old,

The weather alone may be so bold.