Dog chasing sticks

I walked up a mountain with only a reckless dog and the wind for company
I threw sticks for the dog as I went
and the wind carried them away over the trees

I stopped to drink
and the dog lapped water from my cupped hand
while the wind whistled in the neck of the bottle

At the top of the mountain I stood and watched rainbows bloom,
and the dog lay panting at my feet
while the wind ran about, barking madly

Now it is evening and I sit by the fire
The dog lies beside me
while the wind rattles at the shutters, howling to be let in.