Rosie Saccardo
As the sapphire sky sobs,
a gorgeous symphony
Patters on their bedroom windows.
The water droplets smear across
the glass like diluted honey.
If they concentrated, they might see
the frantic forest whisper
to the creatures to find shelter
underneath the draping greenery.
The moon’s light shines through
the heaven’s joyful tears
creating diamonds.
The rhinestones clatter on the ground
grouping together
forming pools for the forest to drink from.
The air becomes brisk
and the mist wraps around
the outlines of trees, gravel, and
dwellings that shelter the spectators.
They are unfazed by the downpour
and too detached and oblivious
to see the beauty in the rain.
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