In the Embrace of Rain

Rain, like a wounded smile
falls slowly, touching the hard earth.
Every drop is an unfinished story
writing secrets in
an unspoken language.

It is not just water
but pieces of lost memories
wetting a tired soul
watering the wounds hidden
in the depths of the heart.

In every drizzle that falls
there is the rustle of life waiting to grow
and in the sadness that flows
there is a beauty that
is difficult to explain
like flowers blooming
among hard rocks.

Rain comes, giving life
even with forgotten feelings.
It is a teacher who teaches us about loss
that in every drop that falls
there is hope that grows
invisible to the eye.

Behind the gray clouds that stretch
there is a colorful world
waiting to be found at the end
of the rainbow
where rain and sadness become one
bringing life in every gust of wind.