Virga

Heat over the desert road,
Clouds are building high.
Silver curtains start to fall
From a darkening sky.

I wait for rain against my skin,
For dust to turn to stone.
But every drop disappears
Before it reaches home.

It falls,
It fades,
Between the cloud and ground.

Virga,
Falling through the air.
Silver lines are everywhere.
Virga,
Rain that cannot stay.
Born above,
Then gone away.

Far across the open plain,
The earth is still and dry.
Water draws a thousand lines
And vanishes from sight.

No river forms,
No puddles shine,
No footsteps leave a trace.
Only rain suspended there,
Dissolving into space.

Virga,
Falling through the air.
Silver lines are everywhere.
Virga,
Rain that cannot stay.
Born above,
Then gone away.

Some things almost reach us.
Some things disappear.
Close enough to see them,
Never close enough to feel.

VIRGA,
Falling through the air.
Silver lines are everywhere.
Virga,
Rain that cannot stay.
Born above,
Then gone away.

Virga,
Between the sky and ground.
Falling,
Without a sound.