Aye, BuckyE, it really did tip it down while you were here!

What you say about, "...being alone in Stonehenge in the English Rain and gathering darkness" reminds me of Layamon's poem, Brut, of 1215 describing Stonehenge - could be the earliest megalithic poem we have (but it'd be great if there were an earlier one :-)

The stones are great
And magic power they have
Men that are sick
Fare to that stone
And they wash that stone
And with that water bathe away their sickness