Whispers in the Rain

Whispers in the Rain

Silver threads unweave the sky,
Drifting softly, light yet high.
A hush before the heavens sigh—
The world tilts, the clouds comply.

Dew-laced whispers dance and spin,
Tracing echoes on my skin.
The roads reflect a liquid hymn,
Water painting tales within.

Wind-stirred puddles break and gleam,
Ripples bending like a dream.
Thunder hums, a low refrain—
A distant voice, soft yet keen.

Trees bow deep beneath the weight,
Leaves in twirls anticipate.
The distant hills, the sleeping land,
Wakened now by nature’s hand.

Drizzle hums its secret tune,
A lullaby beneath the moon.
Steps dissolve in streams of light,
Footsteps drowned in velvet night.

The scent of earth, so thick, so bold,
Stories carved in soil and cold.
A fleeting storm, a fleeting day—
But rain will always find its way.

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