Echoes in the Rain 

❝ Soft raindrops taps on the pristine glass
A rhythm pulled from moments past
A whisper from each drop, vague, but clear
A voice I thought I'd thought I'd never hear from again.

The streets shimmer bright with mirrored skies,
Reflecting tears from weary eyes.
A fleeting laugh, an obscured face,
Lost within the storm's embrace

The streets shimmer bright with mirrored skies,
The earthy scent, so damp and true,
Brings the memories I once thought I outgrew
Yet here they are, in pewter streams,
Awake again in quiet, little dreams.

The rain will come to an end soon, as storms must do,
And leave behind a world anew.
But in its soft echoes, I find,
Fragments of a wandering mind. ❞