Waiting to Wish (Own Writing)

A maiden awaits for the shower of hope,
under a clouded sky that shows nothing at all.

A maiden awaits for the rain of hope,
among the fresh wind that sings warmly to her ear.

This young woman awaits to see what she has never seen before, a none so rare occurrence in the sky.
It is the opportunity to make common wishes, nonetheless wishes that pertains only to her soul.

This young woman awaits silently and patiently to see the sparkles of light fall from their celestial pedestal.
The brighter the cosmic object the more visible her secret desires will fall cross the heavens. 

The female human awaits for the event that has happen for an eternity.
She can only see a bright star at the moment that flashes a ruby color in its statistic state.

The female human awaits for the star to fall and make a wish can only but hope.
She can only hope for her wishes to be made, to be heard, and to come true.

She is but a small existence and just like a little tiny star in the whole universe,
this small existence wants to make a wish to another one that is unique and similar among the celestial beings.

Incoherent and illogical is to wish to an irrelevant thing, but that is what this young human maiden would like to do in this fresh and warm night of summer.

If only, if only, the meteors shall fall, if only, if only, the stars could fall,
if only, if only, the wishes she wish to make, were to come true, if only, if only, on this one night...

Would the wait be worth? Will she be granted what she desires? in this way will she reach happiness?

The sky is still covered in clouds, the ruby star is still motionless, and myself is tired and hopeless...

Goodnight, my sweet summer's night dream.