Mirror pieces falling

On a world rolling and crawling

Tiny silver balls falling through the air

Making the rugged ground flash, shine, and glare

Dripping cleanser creates a reflection

How can the ground hold such perfect complexion?

Lights and shadows purely projected

Beauty beneath and clearly protected

The sky is crying to fill the longing of soft brilliance

Now there are two, in the rain, where once one would dance

Softness in the air, somehow cold, and somehow warm

This is a luscious rain, not a raging storm

Ah, look now, the sky is grey and blue

And all just to make cheer for me and you.