Cloud on the mountains. Rain in the valleys. Mist between the trees.
An old man leads a horse between dry stone walls. He is followed by a small white dog & a capering spirit. He raises his cap as we pass & the rain falls even harder.
Looks like weather, says the spirit. Aye, says the dog. And there'll be no sun till Monday earliest. Tuesday if we're unlucky, says the horse. And Sunday if we're not, says the old fella, replacing the cap on his head.