The clouds have opened apart and shed their flesh onto all beneath them. Those were not raindrops but crystalline vapor. Snowflakes. I want them to burn upon touch. Maybe in some distant world when the snow is falling for some form of life it means that the warm season has arrived, and no more winter there to be. And they catch snow with their hands or tentacles or universe knows what do they have for their limbs and whether they have them at all, but they are catching snow and they are happy to feel its warmth..they are happy how it burns in their sight, and they build castles out of it and stay there to get warmer and then they play snowballs and each hit resonates in them with heat waves.. they dance and celebrate life..
not unlike here.. snow is cold, or at least it is accepted to be cold, but you still can feel the warmth of it melting in your hands, on your skin and next time you feel this touch of energy - recall, maybe that is a gift from that far-far away place, where snow means warm..