A song for my Grandma and Grandad. Both deceased, but huge parts of my childhood and of who I am today.. My nan once told me a story about how she met my grandad at the beginning of the war,fell in love but he then became a prisoner of war. She told me she always knew he was still with her even though the odds of him being alive were very unlikely.

The rain symbolizes being able to sense something even though you can't see it. 

RIP Norman & Mary Hatch, whom are both buried together, Just as they would have wanted. 

Hope you enjoy x

chriswindsor