The Rain Vale (Heaven has no place here)

Rain creates the Vale. I watch it pour down onto the ground. It seems almost inviting; to watch the dirt of the Earth become eroded away.

Rain creates the Vale. It falls just outside of the screen door, and I think to myself, "there is a whole other plane of existence on the other side". The door creates the inbetween. Nobody seems to think about these things; That the door frame might just be purgatory, but there is HELL on both sides. Heaven, has no place here. Heaven, is the shattered remains of the porcelain doll, that you've set upon your shelf. You cannot bare to part with them, though they belong elsewhere. Her eyes once almost lively are now sharp little green pieces.

Rain creates the Vale. It becomes sadness at it's finest hour. There's a small light, igniting the fat dropletts as they fall. They become crystals in the air, but shatter as they hit the sodden ground. The animals weep, begging to be taken in from the harshness of the storm, but dare I not venture to purgatory to retrieve them. I stay where I am, and I watch as the Rain creates the Vale.