'Tis Raining In The Village

'Tis raining in the village on a dark and windy night
'Tis almost like a ghost town and not a soul in sight
Tom cats fight in the laneway they snarl and claw and bite
Apart from that the village is almost deathly quiet.

The stormwater  gurgling in the guttering of the street
And on the galvanize roofs the heavy raindrops beat
Apart from the sounds of Nature the silence is profound
And the hunting fox is barking his is a familiar sound.

'Tis raining in the village on a bleak night in the Fall
And the snails with their homes on their backs on the wet footpath crawl
On the Nature strip lit by the street light they slowly move about
On wet and windy weather at night they venture out.

'Tis raining in the village and in the village park
The calls of the spur winged plover are echoing in the dark
I am the only human being who seems to be around
And apart from the sounds of Nature there is no other sound.