Melody of crystal planets

Clothes sticking to my skin,
I face the sky

palms outstretched.

I feel heavy,
like the trees
that stand upright
in the steady mizzle,

crystal planets dropping off
their slender twigs.

On a day like this,
seated slothfully in a corner
frequent flashes
pierce my firmament.

Rumblings,
platter of drops,
and interspersed silence
plays out the melody,

that we once sang together.