Part 2 – The Rain That Replied

And then it spoke—not loud or clear,

But soft enough for me to hear

In every splash, in every sigh,

A voice beneath the weeping sky

It told me, “You are not unseen

You're in the spaces in between

You're in the soil, the cloud, the air—

You are the storm, the silent prayer”

It didn’t fix what broke inside,

But washed the places I would hide

And when it stopped, I felt the trace,

Of something healing in its place

So now when skies begin to cry,

I don’t run in or wonder why

I step outside and let it speak—

The voice I need when I feel weak

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