Rain falling,
a shimmying beaded curtain,
champagne-exquisite,
made more exotically striking
by misted blue-tinged light.
Nature's exterior decoration
displayed just right.

Wind steps through,
side-swooshes swaying beads
that trickle-tumble down,
steady in their profusion.
Sound intrudes -
a gentle crystal clinking,
the kind that one might stop for -
hush oneself to hear
having accidentally brushed
fringe-dropleted Tiffany.



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