I wait for you under the white rain

I wait for you under the white rain, blood flowing down from heaven. Time for us doesn't matter, as with so much else that has lost it many centuries ago.
Brick and concrete walls are covered with glass. Bright lights approaching, and then fly away into the distance. Bang! Bang! Open glass buds, and on the lips appear familiar taste of metal and salt. Flying around the glass dust, shimmering, and whirling, she falls on the wet asphalt.
People around do not have faces. This is the only mask their own worries. They all just broken puppets. They shout and swear, unable to understand that each of them, as this city has come to an end. Everything freezes in the glass, like in the resin or thick pudding.

I wait for you under a white rainfall. Wheel of minibuses and buses are confused in flexible glass stems of my flowers. And all these passengers will soon become one of these flowers. I feel like with your every step my heart begins to pound in my chest even faster. Every meter, my breathing becomes more intermittent. You are going here, and I know that soon, I'll be happy as ever.
The drops pass through me, through the hands, face. Pierce, like the air, the shell of the skin, pass through the flesh without causing pain. You're already here in this city. We share the myriad of roads, intersections, avenues, weaves thick web of spider-demiurge. From you to me nothing is infinity or a little more. It does not matter. Importantly, we are both here and both waiting for the moment.

I wait for you under the white scarlet rain drops falling all around. People on the streets are falling one after another. I moved for thee to meet, no longer able to stand in one place. Sick lampposts shining, blinking dim light. There are no trails among the flowers, and I go on this glass. My body was off the ground and flew up. I'm standing on a stalk this whimsical flower and float higher and farther away from you, at the same time approaching you. Houses crumble, not withstanding power roots of these colors. Like a house of cards they are folded down. And the flowers continue to be buried under the city, turning everything into a beautiful greenhouse.

I wait for you under the white rain, watching the flowers grow. They feed on the emotions of people, abrasives in their color. Red, yellow, green, blue - these colors is absorbed emotions. Up closer to the sky, I saw the rapidly approaching line. It is high time. Flowers at the bottom crumbled and died, like has to people, but the more of them showered glass crumb on the ground, the more intense the rest of the stalks.
Finally you here, at my pedestal flower, which were not scattered even by a blow on him. You're moving to me faster than the sound of your steps. I felt it. Sweet pain pierced chest and back. Clear as a tear, splinter flower was covered with my warm blood. You didn't know that he was about to pierce into the body and my consciousness will merge with flower sprouted from my chest.

I'm standing under a white rainfall, hugging you. Now you don't have to find me. You are forever hidden in my branches, you are now a part of me and I a part of you. We have merged...