The rain pours down uninvitingly It rushed with the wind on its side Hovering over enchanting hills and valleys Covering the lakes and oceans so it seems. It’s cold and the steamy mud turns slippery I looked for something to cover my feet Oh, the air comes near me Near beneath and under earlier, still. Is it the weather or simply me? Who is to blame with this melancholic scene? Is it me? or maybe not. A fellow just came and stole my lass. But not so fast you thief, not so For even the night will end in light Or the river will lie bathed in the ocean’s might And the once loot will be at sight.