A wonderful raining cloud with a title that links in superbly.
Like a cloud full of rain, we cannot move on unless we release our pain. A lovely metaphor. A lovely piece of visual art.
I'm out of nominations, but I'm sure someone will see this poems worth.
Excellent!

Beautifully done STAR :)
Such a lovely poem of a cloud, and nice lmagery, M.
* just one tiny thing - forth line.. should it read 'when night fell'? *

Lovely write and those shape poems are no easy feat. Well done with this-

The thing I really loved about this poem, is that you wrote this in third person view, and you leave it up to the reader as to imagine who "she" is. It could be the author of this poem (yourself) or in general terms it could be a female person who you have a perspective of. The language of this poem is really superb in my personal view. There are many different emotions you have created for this person and they have experienced so much in their life.

At first they felt on top of the world (or universe in this case), which to me reads as happiness, like nothing could bring her down. This person felt like they could do anything and nothing could stop them.

"When the night fell
and when it got colder she got heavier, her pace slower."

I personally stumbled while reading this line. My suggestion would be to t gwrite it like this:

"When the night fell,
it got colder, she got heavier and her pace slower." (You could also change "slower" to slowed down, because I read most of the top half of the poem as past tense, like a memory). Again these are just suggestions.

I would change trickle to trickled, because again you want to stay consistent with past tense.

I liked the ray of hope at the end, because you take the reader back into the present, and it reads to me like she is starting over again. I loved the title because it fits the poem and the verbiage you used to a tee. well done.

Does this poem share the same 'universe' as Desiccation? It sure feels like it, or at least a conclusion to that poem. A character who wishes for an external force to temporarily (?) resuscitate her, finds the strength within to 'precipitate' and nourish herself.

That poem and this poem lined up together is something akin to salt; it draws out moisture (desiccation) and then it is reabsorbed (she precipitates). Which leads the reader to ask questions such as whether the character was in peril in the last poem accidentally or intentionally (was the character reminding themselves of their own strength by revisiting past trauma)?

I love it when poems are connected or are referential to one another (whether it's a self-reference or not), so I really enjoyed this.

As for this poem on its own, it's a lovely shape of a rain-cloud but is not beholden to what one normally thinks of rain-clouds, you did an excellent job at creating a character that feels sort of celestial (roaming the universe like she owned it, life made her bigger, crystal tears gracing the earth), painting her as the master of her own domain.

Another well-penned poem from you :)