dancing with crystal tears

An advocate of affection

The ambivalent drops

Rain down on us like

Artificial tears, which

Seems to me like a show

Of audacious empathy from the heavens

Aqueous hands caress flesh and film

Staining and cleansing at the same time

Pouring down in a biblical deluge, yet

Soft and fragile, seeking the warmth of hands and leaves

The summer sky is a full sea of sapphires

Much opposed to the spring scene,

A pallid and pellucid setting for the angels,

The fragile clouds that dance fleetingly in the sky

With patterns of fish scales and cotton candy

It breaks the glassy fingers of winter’s frosty fist, one by one

And lets forth the beauty of true sunshine, at last

Accompanied by droplets from those marshmallow clouds,

The rain pours down in all its ferocity and kindness

Sweeping over the land in a powerful storm of white and grey

Now bringing with it hints of a brighter blue

The sky, formerly pristine and clear,

Has now been swept into a tantrum,

Shaking puffy grey fists at the darkening sky

And willing angry tears to come forth

Splattering all over the earth and the fields

Not yielding, not stopping

Until the sun peeks out and whispers,

"Hello there, don't cry, please..."

The water stops flowing and the dam is closed.

And the periwinkle sky returns, cleanly washed by a shower of crystalline pearls.