signal sun

laden to the brim with water,

I trundle across the vast skies,

my path slowed by protruding mountain rock,

I bask in the rays of the setting sun,

and serve as your reliable weather cock,

I build, I gather, I grow,

I darken, I lighten, I glow

and then I release my full load,

unto thy waiting lands below.

 

Sunset at Signal Hill, Cape Town, on a day when the clouds came low down, the mist appeared and the sun shone above all of them.

Done