Silent Shooting Stars

I sat on my deck watching the rain in the light that sits to the above-left of my deck. I have a deck above me, as I'm on the middle of three floors.

Rain really is silent, and as I was watching its thin streaks in the light, I thought of vertical shooting stars falling to earth, ones that disappeared where the light ended, which was somewhere between my deck and the ground.

We can hear wind, and yeah, I suppose you can hear the rain if you listen for the echo of what it hits--the ground, the car, a tin roof, the rain gutters.

But in the space between, the rain is silent, and it holds wishes waiting to be wished, waiting to come true, in its streaks that fall to earth.