Set Fire to the Rain
Eustace watched as the stars started to fall. There were patches of complete darkness as stars fell, some fast, some slow, some bright, some dim, but all falling, falling, falling. It was like a meteor shower, literally shooting stars. It was as though someone had set fire to the rain.
It was beautiful and terrible.
Eustace remembered looking up at the stars next to Puddleglum and Jill. Then the stars had been bright and almost alive with silvery light. They were lovely to look at. And they were people! Beautiful, ancient, wise people. People who knew everything and had seen it all happen. People you maybe couldn't relate to but you could talk to them, and look at them, and touch them.
They were everything that was Narnia.
They were everything.
Suddenly, he didn't want them to fall, but fall they did, until the sky was as dark as it was when the smog covered the skies of England.
The rain was on fire.
Eustace never wanted it to be put out.
But he couldn't stop it, though he wanted to.
So he watched, beside Jill and Tirian and Jewel as the stars fell, and the rain turned to fire.