Finding Hope

Laughter lingers where the raindrops fall,

A dance of droplets echoing the sky—

In every breath, I hear the distant call,

A song of storms that bids the heart to fly.

The earth, alive with rhythmic silver beats,

Surrenders dreams beneath the autumn haze,

And yet, beyond the symphony it greets,

A silent pull, a mystery that stays.

But as the rain becomes a quiet hum,

And skies grow soft, embracing what was torn,

I find the stillness speaking more than sound,

A world within, where tender truths are found,

That joy can rise as storms prepare the morn,

And hearts are healed beneath where shadows come.

Postscript:

This poem reflects the delicate balance between joy and melancholy, where moments of laughter in the rain serve as metaphors for resilience and hope. The volta shifts from the external rhythm of the rain to an inward revelation, highlighting the quiet power of stillness.