Rainy Road, Silent Heart – A Journey Through Solitude

The road was empty

The sky was heavy with clouds

Raindrops began to fall one by one

The wind was gentle yet cold

A man walked alone holding an umbrella

His steps slow, thoughtful, unhurried

Each drop kissed the earth with soft sighs

The air smelled like wet soil and forgotten memories

His eyes were not fixed on the road

They were lost in another time

A time when he was not alone

A time when hands were held and laughter echoed

But now, it was just him

And the road

And the rain

His umbrella did not shield him from the past

It only covered his head, not his heart

His thoughts flowed like the water down the street

Memories leaked through the corners of his mind

Some warm, some sharp like glass

The world was silent except for the rain

It was a silence that comforted and wounded at once

He found peace in the noise of nature

Because human voices had become too loud, too false

He took a deep breath

And the cold air touched his lungs like a reminder

A reminder that he was alive

And that pain was proof of it

He stopped walking for a moment

Watched a puddle forming beneath his feet

It reflected the grey sky above

And somewhere in that reflection, he saw himself

Not the man he showed to the world

But the one hiding behind his eyes

The broken boy who still waited for healing

He smiled sadly

Because he had no one to talk to

And yet, the rain listened

The rain did not judge or respond

It simply fell

Like emotions he never allowed to escape

A nearby tea stall offered shelter

He walked over slowly

Sat down on a wooden bench with chipped paint

The steam from the tea danced upward

Like dreams rising and vanishing

He held the cup gently

As if afraid it too would disappear

The warmth in his hands reminded him of her touch

Once soft, now only a shadow

The vendor said nothing

He didn’t need to

Some pain is too sacred to disturb

He sipped the tea and looked outside

The world was still weeping

Maybe it cried for the same reasons he did

Maybe the sky too had lost someone

He imagined writing a letter to the past

But he had no address to send it to

Just a heart full of unsent words

And an umbrella too small to cover them

He finished the tea

Left a coin on the counter

And walked out into the rain again

Each drop now felt heavier

As if it carried the weight of what he could never say

His shoes soaked

But he didn’t care

His journey was not about comfort

It was about finding pieces of himself

Scattered along the rainy road

Streetlights flickered ahead

Their glow blurred by the water in his eyes

He wasn't crying

That’s what he told himself

It’s just the rain

Just the rain

And yet

Each step away from the tea stall felt like a goodbye

A farewell to warmth

To memories

To what once was

He walked until the city faded

Until only the sound of rain and his breath remained

Until he no longer knew where he was

But it didn’t matter

He wasn’t looking for a destination

Only for a feeling

For a moment

When the noise inside his chest would quiet down

The road stretched endlessly

And he kept walking

Through puddles of the past

Through storms that only he could see

With a silent heart

And a tired soul

But still walking

Because sometimes

You don’t walk to reach somewhere

You walk to remember

You walk to feel

You walk to heal

And sometimes

You walk simply to not stand still