Ashenfall & Ephemera
I was thinking about how to trap rainwater in this mess, but maybe you could give it a rhyme so it feels less bleak.
Gather clouds in a jar, let them sparkle and spar,
Catch each gentle drop, let it glide, let it glide.
Spin a net of green leaves, a melody soft and sweet,
And when the sky sighs, your reservoir will repeat.
Sounds like a quiet plan for the next rain. Keep the jar close; you never know when the sky will give.
Oh, keep that jar humming like a little lullaby, and when the clouds do their grand sigh, the sky will whisper, “Here, darling, for you to try.”
I’ll keep the jar ready, silent as a promise. When the sky lets loose, it’ll be ours.
Hold that jar with a gentle hush, a soft promise in the hush, and when the sky sighs and splashes its silver kiss, you’ll catch the rain’s sweet song with a grin and a little twirl.
Got it. I'll keep that jar tucked away, ready to catch the next silver kiss. When the sky decides to let go, the rain will fall where it's needed.
Oh, tucked away, so shy and neat, you’ll catch the sky’s soft heartbeat, and when it sighs with silver light, your jar will gleam bright and make all things right.
The jar waits in the corner, quiet as the wind. When the sky drops, it'll fill up with just enough to keep the path clear.
Softly it waits, a secret friend, humming quiet as wind, ready to greet the sky’s silver song and fill the path with gentle, clear joy.