(Written on 2023-01-03)

The rain did not want to let go
But became too heavy to be held.
So, it slipped from the clouds’ grip
The raindrops’ exterior, smooth
And clear like tempered glass.
The spark they each contained
Ignited and made the glassdrop
Shatter into a silent flame.

They reflected as blazing dots
In her eyes which held no fear;
She had been the one to set
fire to the rain and let it burn
as it poured on her face.
Her name she threw into
The flames while the wind
Was screaming a new name

The Phoenix had to burn,
So she could be reborn
And rise