Whispers of a Rainy December

This misty December, so tender, so cold,

Its touch speaks secrets the night has told.

Each raindrop whispers, each breeze conveys,

A story of longing in twilight's haze.

The moon hides shyly behind the veil,

As stars sprinkle light on this wistful trail.

A chill in the air, yet warmth inside,

As hearts find solace where dreams reside.

Oh, December, drenched in the rain,

You stir sweet memories, pleasure, and pain.

The world is quiet, yet my soul sings,

Of love that lingers, like unseen strings.

The dampened streets and the glistening skies,

Echo the tears I cannot disguise.

For in your folds, December, I see,

The shadow of someone who means the world to me.

Each moment is fleeting, like drops that fall,

Yet they hold a universe, memories call.

December, my heart beats with your song,

In your embrace, I feel I belong.

Oh, wet December, you weave a spell,

Of love unspoken, where feelings dwell.

In this season of frost, my spirit soars,

Through rain-kissed nights and enchanted shores.