The Wind and the Rain

We've had some wild weather here in England. This is our local park on Sunday during a somewhat short but fast walk with Zak (our dog). Reminded me of another song I learned from my mother so many years ago, and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind ever since Sunday !

 

Many thanks to Kerstin Frank for her beautiful texture and to Lenabem-Anna for the birds. Also of my own textures used.

 

 

When that I was and a little tiny boy,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

 

But when I came to man’s estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

’Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

For the rain it raineth every day.

 

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

By swaggering could I never thrive,

For the rain it raineth every day.

 

But when I came unto my beds,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

With toss-pots still had drunken heads,

For the rain it raineth every day.

 

<bA great while ago the world begun,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

But that’s all one, our play is done,

And we’ll strive to please you every day.

 

by William Shakespeare (1564-1666) from 'Twelfth Night'

 

Done