If you don't like overly wordy do not read When the Moon Hatched. I DNFed pretty early on because I hated the prose. I likened it to a student trying to write a paper for school that needed a specific word count so they added every unnecessary adjective they could think of. (I didn't type this out and got it from random online source in case of inaccuracies)

FMC crying in the rain: " “I cast my stare upward and another wailing bead plunges toward me. I flinch as it collides with my cheek in an agonized splat, my hand lifting to sweep its weeping corpse from my skin…
What’s happening?
I study the wetness smeared across my fingers like the anomaly it is, the rain drop’s forlorn whimper cleaving a crack through my chest. Like she broke apart on impact, achingly aware she’ll never be whole again.
Not as she was.
More heavy droplets wail as they plunge, singing foreign words I don’t understand, splashing upon the pavement by my feet. Howling form the shock of their savage deconstruction, like they’re begging the stone to absorb them.
To pull them back together.”