Under willows encircled with ivy
We take cover in blustery weather
My arms are wreathed about you,
In my rain cape we huddle together
I was wrong, my love, not ivy
But hops encircle this willow.
Well then, let’s spread in its shelter
My cape for a rug and a pillow.
-Boris Pasternak
Ennis enjoyed the rain. He remembers listening to the soft whisper of rain drops when he was a boy, and craving the dewy feel of rain on his forehead. On Brokeback the rains came often - Rain as heavy as beaded curtains, flowing, dancing in the wind.
Jack Twist hated the rain, cursed the wind, the wet! He loathed herding sheep in the rain. Ennis knew this and thought he should carve a little something for his friend, perhaps a small dog? Jack Twist always loved a small dog.
The tent was warm enough, and the view out of the tent flap of all that glorious rain! The small dog was coming along fine, but Ennis missed Jack. When the wind calmed down a bit, he would perhaps surprise his mate with a bottle of whiskey, a small dog and a cape big enough for two.