Renewal in the Rain

The clouds gather low, and the earth holds its breath,

A hush of anticipation in the air.

Raindrops, like secrets, fall softly to death,

Dancing on leaves, lost in their quiet prayer.

Each droplet speaks, yet none demand a word,

Their rhythm plays upon the weeping land.

I stand alone, but feel the world has heard,

This tender song—both gentle and unmanned.

And then it shifts—the sky splits wide and clear,

A moment where the rain becomes rebirth.

The storm retreats, but left behind is near,

A cleansing of the soul, a quiet mirth.

I walk anew beneath the dripping sky,

Not lost, but found in every tear gone by.