Echoes in the Rain

All day, rain's relentless rhythm on the windows,

Drumming a melancholic tune, a lonely echo.

It runs down the roofs, onto the desolate ground,

As solitude surrounds, in silence profound.

The tired sky weeps, pouring its tears of gray,

Reflecting the weight of emotions, on display.

Heavenly sadness, burdening weakened shoulders,

Aching hearts embrace, in isolation smolders.

Raindrops tap the windows, tracing lonely trails,

Each one a tear shed for souls, lost in veils.

Through the gloomy sky, a pensive gaze finds me,

A kindred spirit, understanding my solitary plea.

In the gray drops of rain, all emptiness is spilled,

Cleansing the remnants of a day unfulfilled.

Behind the transparent glass, the world appears anew,

But within closed eyes, the soul awakens, true.

A black and white screen flickers faces fleeting,

Frames of memories, in solitude, meeting.

Between clouds' breaks, glimpses of transient light,

Fleeting moments of connection, shimmering bright.

But amidst the endless bad weather's relentless pour,

Underneath the gray rain, I'm remembered, for sure.

Each droplet that falls, echoes my solitude's plea,

As the thoughtful observer lingers, looking at me.

Rain's tears continue, windows and roofs it bathes,

Each drop is a poignant reminder of the solace it craves.

Alone in the rain, under the somber sky's guise,

A mindful companion witnesses, our hearts' silent cries.

Silent cries...

Silent cries...

Within gray raindrops, all emptiness overflows,

A day's loneliness washed, its essence exposed.

Closing our eyes, embracing the solitude's embrace,

Finding solace in monochrome, a serene space.