On a warm summer night,

I made a wish to the stars,

I wished for it to rain,

to cleanse my sorrow.

There were no clouds above,

so I knew it wouldn’t come true.

But just as I was thinking that…

the stars proved me wrong.

I looked up at the night sky,

and stood in awe.

The stars were falling.

At first,

I thought it wasn’t rain—

until it dawned on me…

It was.

It is rain,

not rain from the clouds,

but from the sky.

The stars,

they did grant my wish,

not with droplets from the clouds—

but with stars that fell like rain.