Evening Rain Awaiting Night

Consumed with heaviness 
Moon closes eyes
As she weeps silent love;
Her precipitation awaits no approval 
cooling fragments of longing 
Bask in its damp embrace 
As bits of liquid heaven 
Flutters toward soil 
Soothing ground
Until night returns
And the moon can dominate welkin
With her delicate fragrance
Bathing landscape 
In sliver paint; Reflecting 
every bead of residue precipitation 
Lingering on each blade of grass
Hardening into glass 
Soft within its grasp
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