Sunshine envelops
but for one last time today;
the night is coming.

…And away from home we stray
’till at last we find an old, quaint place
to gather near, and all but pray.
To garner our good graces
in between us, all together
and truly decide, one and all
to wait out foul weather
rather than attempt to sally forth
in to certain disaster.

Rain comes from the east
the tents are staked solidly
We will sleep in peace.