Muffled Rain: Tears like Jewels

Slow against the window, the rain gently calls the tail of summer’s bright days. Mist clouds the trees where the sun held bright just last week. Time now of remembrance and its calling.
As we said farewell, your tears a gift unexpected; undeserved jewels sweet on damp cheeks. How could I not have seen the worth of our time shared, to you too?