Glimmer

Does it take a lightening bolt to save a desperate soul? Or just a single dim reflection?

I stand amid the falling rain
to ease the hurt,
to ease the pain,
and when I look around and see
the rain drops falling from the tree,
I recognize
that their demise
is similar to that of me.

But then I see the rain
reflect the moon’s pure light--
It means so much to see that scene
unfold my desperate night!--
for with that moonlit glimmer
reflecting in the dark,
a hope, much like a glimmer,
is born within my heart.