Rain From My Heart
The rain keeps falling down, my beloved
The rain keeps falling down every single day, a ceaseless cascade that mirrors the steady rhythm of my heart. Amidst the gray canvas of clouds, I find myself lost in a world of memories, where your presence lingered like the scent of petrichor after a storm.
I still wait for your touch, as if the raindrops are gentle reminders of your fingertips tracing paths of warmth upon my skin. Each drop, a whispered promise of connection, of moments shared under umbrellas and skies heavy with emotion.
The world outside mirrors the tempest within, an unspoken ache that matches the cadence of raindrops tapping on windowsills. It’s as though the heavens themselves weep, mirroring the tears that have yet to dry upon my cheeks.
In the solitude of rainy days, I find myself yearning for the comfort of your embrace, the solace of your presence beside me. The patter of rain becomes a melancholic symphony, serenading my longing heart with verses of what once was and what could have been.
Yet, in the midst of this watery melancholy, there’s a fragile hope that blossoms. For just as rain nurtures the earth, perhaps these tears shed in solitude are watering the seeds of resilience within my soul. Each raindrop carries the promise of renewal, washing away the past and clearing the path for a future where your memory becomes a bittersweet reminder of the love we once knew.
So, as the rain keeps falling down every single day, I find strength in the echoes of your touch that still linger within me. With each droplet, I let go of the pain, and with each passing storm, I learn to dance in the rain, embracing the beauty that can emerge from the tears.
