The first raindrop fell in his eyes as he lay awake in the field.
The second raindrop fell in his eyes as he lay awake in the field.
The third raindrop fell in his eyes as he lay awake in the field.
The fourth raindrop fell…
And later, when it was quite late, the fountains rolled down his cheek. His tears lingered in the rain; his corpse about to catch cold.
When I read this I saw an impossible painting, by someone like Escher or Dali, with water coming and going all at the same time. Incredible writing as ever.