Rain drips from Heaven
Little shards of broken crystal
Glimmer in the dim light
White streaks in the black
Melting away earth
Smothering matte land
Wetting my hair with
Silver moisture
Clouds forfit little piecess
Like a smashed glass
That sting
Cold and frozen and lovely
Twinkling in the dark
Cutting into the night
Little splinters


Authoress' note: Indeed, written about the rain. And broken glass. Behold.