(For Sara, wherever you are.)


Hard rainwater murmurs on the glass

Watering the trees

Watering the grass

The little duck screams aloud

The sky is falling, arenít you proud

That even though the world is wet

Inside your eyes Iím dry Iíll bet

You're here, I'm here

warmth in each otherís arms

so we think the sun shines

And it does.