The Rhythm of Rain

Breathe in,

cool air drapes over your skin,

soft as a sigh.

Pause.

The world hushes,

listening.

Raindrops trace the windows,

gentle fingertips

against the glass.

A quiet rhythm,

steady, unhurried,

like the rise and fall

of your breath.

Breathe out.

Let the moment settle.

The scent of damp earth lingers,

rich, deep, familiar.

Leaves glisten,

holding onto silver beads

of falling sky.

Rest.

Let the hush unfold around you,

cradling the silence

between each drop.

Somewhere,

a distant ripple spreads,

meeting the surface,

then fading—

like thoughts,

like time,

like all that comes and goes.

Breathe in.

Feel the weight of stillness.

Let it wrap around you,

a soft, endless sky.

Breathe out.

Let go.