rain-bead

Updated: June 3, 2025

And slowly, slowly, almost as rose-leaves unfurl i' th' sun, her white lids curled upward, and her blue eyes peered softly from her yellow locks like corn-flowers through ripe corn, there being a tear in each, as when a rain-bead doth tremble i' th' real corn-flowers.

Amélie Rives - A Brother To Dragons and Other Old-time Tales