Over mountains, valleys and dales
Over the farmer ploughing his fields
Over houses on short narrow streets
Over strangers that we will never meet.
Over lovers kissing in a park
Over the homeless who sleep unloved in the dark
Over paths, pavements and roads
Over the graveyard were the dead are stored.
Over children who laugh, run and play
Over the traffic, that drives you insane everyday
Over the pure who have not yet sinned,
The rainclouds came rushing in.