Dusk

Its only after the shimmering sunlight recedes into its horizon do the galaxies come alive. 

The gaiety of the animals sing cheer for its departure in hopes for its return. 

The youngest stars appear before the old, and with it the wonders of the universe. 

A cool drop of rain consumes its mark with little warning from the collection by the clouds overhead. 

Soon, many more shower the earth filling its womb with its cold drizzle. 

Its cloudy saturation blocks the resplendent heavens.