She fears darkness, yet finds solace in darker skies.
The scent of mud repels her, but petrichor’s earthy aroma enchants.
She dislikes falling tears, but likes rain-kissed ones.
Loneliness unsettles her, yet she enjoys watching raindrops slide down the windowpane, alone.
She loves being home, but rain makes her dislike it.
With umbrella in hand, she hesitates to open it, savoring the rain’s touch.
Rainwater clings to her long hair, mesmerizing her.
Even in stormy weather, her beauty shines.
Opening her arms wide, she enjoys the falling rain on her soft skin,
Making her feel like a swan.
The flowing thoughts with the cool breeze, she asks rain:
“Can you wash away my pain?”
The Rain replied with a smile: “You’re the one who’s already done that to me.”
The Falling Rain, mesmerized by her beauty, doesn’t want to stop.
She doesn’t want it to stop.
She feels she’s not alone; they both enjoy each other’s company.
She had never felt alive before until one day it started pouring.
With every raindrop, her pain washed away, replaced by serene tranquility.
And so, she stood, bathed in rain’s symphony, her heart alive.
As raindrops slowed, she smiled, knowing she’d found solace in the storm, and herself.
Comments