The Rain Falls

And the rain falls A cascade of broken glass falling from the heavens The musical magical sounds of the droplets striking this reality Sheets of running moisture flushing across the surface of my world The night is lost to yesterday, yet the darkness remains across the morning Time stands still as the confluence of nature manages dominion In a sky of dark cold iron, a single star courageously fights for survival One last small point of diamond shimmering brightness amid chaos and shadow A beacon of hope in an otherwise cistern of despair and loss But I hear the music The sweet ringing sounds of oscillating crystal struck with perfect cadence The gurgling rhythms of the water swirling down the pipes Clamoring hammering pounding of the droplets striking metal and stone Juxtaposing in the orchestral muse of natures own melody The never ending, never tiring, always changing song of the universe Natures own cry of celebration for the existence we take so much for granted With gifts such as this, could there be a better day