Your words fall like rain of crystals.
Sharp, and plentiful,
Beautiful, and painful.
A sight one cannot ignore.
I wonder, are you even capable of a mere drizzle?
Your extravagance seems almost fake to me,
Yet my suspicion is muffled by enchantment.
Every time I begin to question you,
A chunk of rose quartz strikes me,
Leaving me dazzled, confused;
Immersed in wonder.
Your cloud follows me,
an unsuspecting victim of your
Gorgeous, relentless
Downpour.
May it never cease to storm.