I grant one wish yet not for free
Everyone needs to make a living
Even a black fairy on the run
But she wished for rain
When it was overcast
As if she could not ask for more
And she saddled up a crazy mare
The flood started at dawn
Then she was gone
So tell me again
How I was not in love
And how this matters not
Because I wait no more
Between thunderclap
And lightning
And I fear greatly
As wet hooves come closer
While the storm gather
Image credit : Norman Rockwell Strictly a Sharpshooter 1941