Rain Under a White Sky

A white sky cries over verdant green leaves: Shimmering to and fro with each kiss of clean, cold air. Each breath is green things growing, water seeping into soil, and the white sky's sobs. Each tear is as clear as a diamond glinting humbly as it falls. Small silver mirrors caress earth's face and bathe the lush forests in life. The gentle rush of water on leaves gives way to the murmur of rain falling on grass. A clear piccolo resounds through the forest and little, trilling birds answer back, their hidden eyes watching the diamonds fall. A blanket of clean droplets cover everything; nourishing in their sweet touch. A white sky is bright over the land, glowing dully as she reminisces and remembers old love and new life. And a white sky cries on.