Raindrops trace the outline of your face,
Soft and hesitant, yet full of grace.
Each drop hums the words we never say,
Carrying my heart where it drifts away.
Pavements glisten with memories of you,
Footsteps fading, but the echoes stay true.
The sky weeps gently, yet I feel a spark,
A warmth in the drizzle, a light in the dark.
Umbrellas pass, strangers brushing near,
But only your shadow makes the storm clear.
I reach through the mist, but you slip like time,
A melody caught between rhythm and rhyme.
In every storm, I feel your ghost,
Every drop whispers the love I’ve lost.
Till the clouds part, till the world turns gold,
I’ll wait in the rain, with stories untold.
- JJ