"La Lluvia en el Corazón"

Isabela sat by the window, watching the rain fall, her heart heavy with the silence left by Carlos. He had promised to return, but weeks had passed, and his absence felt like an unspoken truth. They had dreamed together, planning a future beyond the small village, but now those dreams were just memories.

Her mother used to say the rain was the world's way of crying when it couldn’t speak, and Isabela understood. It seemed to weep for her, too, as she waited for a love that had already slipped away. Every day, she told herself to move on, but how could she stop waiting for the boy who had taken a part of her with him?

The storm outside grew stronger, blurring the world. She closed her eyes, imagining for a moment that Carlos was still there, but the silence soon returned, reminding her that he was gone. And so, she sat—alone, heartbroken, and lost in the rain.