Please, Let It End

The clouds slide away like a tugged cloth in an unveiling ceremony, and underneath/overhead the sky glitters with stars. That pale smear? Our galaxy, so well-named. It’s been years since I’ve seen stars like this, and part of me wants to lay here on the beach forever, face upwards, counting the uncountable and feeling profoundly distanced from all my worries…A few hours later, the sky clots over with rainclouds, and they start draping rain across my face, like wet spiderwebs…