The temperature of the planet‘s atmosphere is a scorching 1,000C, and it rains glass, sideways, in howling 7,000km-per-hour winds.
It rained.
Hot, searing transparencies
Welded too soon to our
Lovely dying skin
The howling thunder
Clapped, ignored, derided
Wreaked its vengeance
Each moment anew,
Anew, anew,
Until agony seemed a respite
Our muzzled minds could only bark
Why didn’t we…
exiles child 
Muzzled minds…love it. And the idea of glass raining sideways is powerful.
Thanks. The glass rain is real – click the link on “planet”