Scotland, land of scotch

In an out in Glasgow 

 

i was under the impression that Scotch was a drink and it turns out it is plain poetry between the elements as they converge o'er Scotland. Land as expressed by peat and water, parlays with barley. The yield is cloaked in oak. All age together and travel in bottles as ambassadors of taste. Of course the same can be said of grain when it is substituted to rain. On my Island on that day, all was well and about to be bottled. I caught a glimpse of what will turn into Scotch. If you look carefully, you'll see a label in the clouds spelling out S-C-O-T-L-A-N-D.
Too late, it vaporized and will be poured in Japan anytime soon.