Whispers in the Rain

Soft whispers fall with the rain,

each drop a secret from the sky—

washing the world in gentle grace,

cleansing sorrows we hide inside.

Beneath the gray and endless clouds,

hope blooms in the quiet earth,

where every storm leaves room to grow,

and every ending sparks new birth.

Listen closely to the rain’s soft song—

it speaks of healing, and letting go,

of hearts mending piece by piece,

in rhythms only silence knows.

So when the sky weeps,

let your spirit rise,

for in the tears of the heavens,

the promise of dawn lies.