They have been around since the sun. 
The inspiration behind fairies and flying saucers. 
In a photo, you’d think it was rain. 
Now scientists know the truth. “Space rain” exists. 
A rare natural event, 
similar to the northern lights, also a blessing to have witnessed. 
Like snow it needs the right conditions. 
Still, I was there. 
As I stood outside that night, 
I saw stars in the sky, 
although it was too cloudy. 
Soon it’s like a billion tiny dots zizzing in zigzaggery yonder. 
Falling, when under the streetlights, they shine brighter, 
moving slower than snowflakes, more steady then leaves. 
They are upon me now. With nervous jitters I reached up for one, 
But, like a glowworm it sought me out. 
Into my palm, 
warm like a candle light, 
yet no pain nor poisoning. 
I look into it, 
realising this, is a light not made by man. A gift from the universe in my very hand. 
But it is not mine to own. I reach up and it flitters away, 
to “home.” I don’t care where. 
I feel peace, 
and I call it love and pride, 
while scientists call it a “Xenology phenomenon.”