over the bay many suns set
the wings and the horseshoes
remain

when the horses disappear into the cloud
I rest my head on a stone
lay myself on the ground
and listen

I stared through the window and waited for the rain to start. I could see it soaking the mountains and messing up the glassy surface of the bay, eventually it took over the horses and the neighbour's house

still I sat there at the window and waited for the rain to come here

but snow came instead