I also did a second version of the Buckwhert Bush in brush, ink and watercolor months later.
This one came to me in a dream. I dreamt of a scraggily bush in which rain (gravity be damned) poured out of the limbs up to the sky. The words were somehow in the dream as well though I don’t remember exactly how. Rain falls up from the Buckwhert Bush. When I woke up I scribbled it on a sticky. Later on I drew it out in pen & ink. The result is shown above.