Touch the rain
It may look to you
Like the clouds
Are a sheep
Crying
Because no one counts her
In their sleep
But the beads of blue
Are the stars decorating
The tarmac  
With ghostly grey diamonds
Or perhaps scattering the ashes
Of dead suns
It is the cold kiss
Of the wind
The brutal embrace of a tempest
The rain will wash
The pain right off you
Because those tiny lagoons
Are asteroids that never grew up