As a starless midnight has descended upon us,
the flickering fading horizon light produces dusk.
Void of shadows the earth falls asleep,
a gentle rain begins to fall, the sky begins to weep.
The smell of a summer's rain warms me on a cold and starless night,
I dance in the puddles alone with tears and yet with great delight.
Amid the rain I glance above to see a shooting star,
I stomp my feet with a great splash, I know my heaven is not far.