Circles spread on the surface
   And disappear in the pool
And do it so lightly - it must
   Be starting to sprinkle.

Where are the grayish clouds
   I should see in the reflection?
Where are the tapping sounds
   And the shift in the wind?

No - my eyes are dripping tears
   I didn't see coming.
Catch them - merciful waters -
   And put them away from me.