Aerial held high, calling 'Come on thunder, come o

Adventuring!
Off we went, two intrepid explorers, up, up, up, into the hills.
Coming across a vast expanse of glimmering water, we decided to rest on the shore for a while and dunk our weary (and sweaty) feet into the reservoir that fed drinking water to the Torside community.
After suspecting foot eating monsters lurking in the depths of the lake and glancing upon the ominous clouds rolling in down the valley, we sensed it was time for us to continue on our journey.
The first clap of thunder rumbled through the hills and great big raindrops sploshed down onto the hot ground, safely under the cover of our trusty carriage, we carried on our way, helped along by meatloaf (and us) singing I would do anything for love.