Upon the verge of the 17th sun
The Earth and Sky connect
Never touching, but through the rain, their hearts are joined
For One is outlined by the other

There can be none like it
For the skies are bliss in their serenity
While soundless droplets make their plight
The heard sound is after the fact, for the rain does not concern itself with such trivial matters
Invisible prison bars illuminate the landscape
Engraving that which ought to be noticed

Ultimately, they are separated once more
For as the 18th moon takes over her watchful duty
She knows not that her precious Earth has been unfaithful
For she can never speak to the Sun