The rain that falls into my palms slowly fills the cup to the brim, and threatens to overflow with another drop.

As the final drop makes the water shimmer and wither about, my heart feels ready to burst.

To overflow with my feelings.

And you catch them, as deftly as always, and hold them, in your palms.

With a single phrase, the droplets disappear and a lone crystal sits in my hand.

You wrap my hands over the small shape and smile.

The clouds flutter and the rain drifts away, sunlight illuminating the puddles.

A smile graces my lips as well and everything feels just a bit warmer.