Rain

Pitter pattering of rain drops,

Tears of joy falling from the crystal clear above,

Blissfulness from the everlasting abyss of heat we have to endure,

Cold comets shooting across my window, 

Lost on the gruelling journey to the bottom of the pane,

A race against fellow ones,

Who will reach the finish line first?

Spreading, multiplying with every passing second,

The need for window wipers is desperate,

The eucalypti shimmer like the floor when it’s unbearably hot,

Barely visible through the descending curtain,

But when close enough to properly see,

The tears glisten like clear-cut pearls,

Drooping off the end,

Pushing the force of gravity until it finally caves,

Lost in the sea of the brown Earth.