A break in the black clouds Lets great shafts of sunlight through, And silhouetted against the bright beams Four dark figures stand out against the horizon Briefly, before the skies close in again And they merge with the heavy greyness No more to be seen.
A field, with long grass waving in the sea-blown breeze, Like flowing green water rippling in the wind. A flock of birds in close formation Twisting and turning, dipping and soaring, Fly harmoniously across the sky, Till they merge with the heavy greyness No more to be seen.
Small boats bobbing aimlessly on the surging tide, The sea lapping greedily over the flooded roadside, Dogs running wildly, maddened by the wind, Their owners striding briskly, with anxious eyes Watching the threatening clouds above. Walking into the distance They, too, merge with the heavy greyness No more to be seen.