They drip
They splash
From the sky they fall
They rush to the surface
Quick; like a suicide jump off of a cliff
They race down my window
I watch in awe
Waiting for the un-named victor
When the event is done
It repeats
On an endless loop

They shine
I see the swirl of a galaxy
Your pupils like stars
The iris a concoction
Of blue and violet
It is the most beautiful
Work of art
Nothing compares
To your eyes

The sun sits atop a fluffy apparition
Its thin streaks of light reflect off of the crystal blue dome
That is the daytime sky
The fiery sphere is the king of kings
Created solely to rule its court of shadowy mountains
That appear to sit at the base of our green land in the far off distance;
A scene which, can only be described as, magnificent