In solitude, the raindrops fall,
A symphony of sorrow, a lonely call.
From clouded skies, they softly weep,
Echoing the secrets that silence keeps.
Each droplet, a tear from heaven’s eyes,
Descends upon the earth, where silence lies.
In pitter-patter rhythms, they gently cascade,
Weaving tales of longing, in a serenade.
The rain, a companion in the darkest hours,
Mirrors the ache, as loneliness devours.
It whispers softly against the windowpane,
Aching hearts, aching souls, it seeks to sustain.
Drenched in melancholy, it bathes the streets,
Mingling with tears, where solitude meets.
A silent witness to unspoken pain,
In its embrace, lonely hearts remain.
Through mist and fog, the rain persists,
Enveloping the world, in its lonely mists.
It speaks a language only the forlorn know,
A poignant solace, in its quiet, gentle flow.
But amidst the solitude, a lesson unfolds,
For the rain reminds us, we’re not alone in our holds.
In every drop that falls, there’s kinship found,
A shared yearning, in the loneliness profound.
So let the rain pour and wash away the tears,
May its solitude heal, erasing all fears.
For in the depths of loneliness, we shall find,
A connection, a solace, a love that’s kind.
Embrace the rain, let it cleanse your soul,
In its lonely dance, find comfort to console.
For in its teardrops, a reminder rings,
That loneliness, too, can sprout hopeful wings.
