The desert is full of many grains
Many people seeking fame
Many people pursuing riches
Seeking to make a name

They dance around
They work hard
They tale their dust
And form a shard

A shard of sand
Made fine by time
A peice of art
A shining dime

Its value untold
Its worth is precious
The hard work to make it
The countless, countless, hours

All to make
This shard from dust
This shard of sand
This shard of luck

But it isn't so
The shard is made
From water mixing
Which happens never
In the desert

Yet every few hours
Day by Day
A storm
Ravages the deserts

No shard of sand has ever survived.
For four times a day they die
And once a year they live
Yet people seek them, why?

They seek a hope that never comes
A joy that fades so fast
For they take their dust, the tears of sand
And it turns only to rust

Nothing lasts, nor stays around
Even grains of sand
Are tossed and thrown about
An unfamiliar place, to always land

Sitting in some car in a forgotten parking lot
Grey marks the skies
Lush green plants peeping in
The wildlife of concrete and paint makes the perfect background
For
Little ***** of liquid heaven falling on my windscreen
And some music to complete the scene
Each guitar line synchronises with each raindrop
Each blast of power thunder hits hard like heavy metal
But the soft clouds, the gentle ebb and flow lull me to sleep
Whispering, persuading me to dream
But I really don't want to miss this shard of time
I never want to lose little moments like these

A silver raindrop is born by landing on my car
Crash landing, rather
The bubbling pocket of mystery travels down
Swerving and slamming into other fellow pockets in crime
It's life cycle completes when it reaches the bottom
It races to it's death, unable to stop gravity's plan for it
Each drop morphs into another, making a wave
The rain weaves an intricate web of waves
All strutting their sparkly magic before me
I sense a metaphor for humanity creeping in
Millions of crescendos growing about
Too concerned with their internal politics to worry about others
But I stay focused on the beauty all around

I wonder if heaven has rainy days
If so, this must be one of them