The growing rustle of the windswept leaves,
The soothening chill of the strengthening breeze,
The threatening weight of the nimbus sheets,
The expectant calm, the vanishing heat.
The roar, the rumble, the celestial drumroll
The spears of lightening that escape from the heavens
The patter coming down from the skies
The sweet fragrance that has begun to rise,
The dust that has begun to settle
The freshness that has begun to emerge.
The wetness of the raindrops on the cheek
The nip in the air that excites you, that covers you whole.
And then they appear
Before you know,
A thousand in a second
And then some more,
Quivering with every breath you take
Shining like translucent pearls,
Almost dancing to the rhythm of the rain,
They show you a thousand images,
Varied colours, in their tiny spheres.
They shine, they shimmer, in all their glory
For the moment is theirs
And they might be gone too soon
But it is always worth the wait,
In my solitary state
To look up and see
The shimmering, the ethereal,
The wondrous Crystals on the window.
