I love these buckets.

I could take a thousand photos of them. Maybe I will.

 

Buckets of rain

Buckets of tears

Got all them buckets comin’ out of my ears.

Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,

I got all the love, honey baby,

You can stand.

 

I been meek

And hard like an oak

I seen pretty people disappear like smoke.

Friends will arrive, friends will disappear,

If you want me, honey baby,

I’ll be here.

 

Bob Dylan, Buckets of Rain

Done