Whispers of the Rain
The unrelenting downpour veils the night, smothering the horizon in an ethereal mist, shifting like a phantom caught between worlds. Sheets of rain descend in a never ending cascade, weaving silver threads through the dark, drumming a lullaby against my windowpane—a rhythmic hymn of longing, surrender, and something else, something unspoken. Each drop strikes with delicate insistence, merging into an endless symphony of soft collisions, the sound both melancholic and soothing, as if the sky itself is whispering secrets too heavy to hold.
