The Call of the Weather
The weather is calling me, calling me,
Calling me;
The weather is calling me strongly tonight!.
The winds are rough-beating
And rains are down-sheeting, but oh, they are calling me loudly tonight!.
Why are they calling me, why, oh why?
Why are they calling me?
Why?
From my comfort and warmth in the dry?.
I can hear the weather soughing, sighing,
Hear its refrain, first rising
Then dying,
Yet always, yes always,
Calling me out!.
The weather is calling me, calling me,
Calling me;
The weather is calling me…..
But I must fight!.
It soughs for me, sighs for me,
Soughs for me,
Sighs….
But I must resist!.
I’m struggling hard though,
As much as I strive,
The wind and the rain to defeat me conspire.
I’ve conquered, at last!.
But what an ordeal!.
I’ll not go outside,
Yet how weakened I feel;
As if some great power
Had sought to subdue
Or greatly discomfort me:
And yet,
I’ve won!.
