Rain

Spilling down the windowsill,
Glistening diamonds, falling out of the sky.
Silver droplets, pouring out of the goblets of the gods,
Shining arrows,
Tearing trough the sky.
A hundred thousand sequins,
Dancing through the air,
Floating on the breeze,
Sparkling.
Blurry visions of another world.
Clear drops of sorrow.
Wet tears of desperation.
Will we ever recover? Sigh the clouds.
When will this stop? Moan the wind.
Never, whispers the silent rain, spilling down the windowsill.