Beneath a sky of heavy, darkened gray, Where shadows dance and rain finds its way, The world is cloaked in a whispering shroud, As droplets weave through a somber cloud. Each raindrop's kiss is a ghostly touch, A secret story, a promise, much Like memories lost in the storm's embrace, Where time dissolves without a trace. In the gloom, the earth sings a lullaby, A melody where the night birds fly, And though the sky may weep and moan, There's solace in the dark rain’s tone. For in its fall lies a gentle might, A cleansing rhythm through the night, Turning the sorrow into a soft refrain, In the quiet beauty of dark rain. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

Beneath a sky of heavy, darkened gray, Where shadows dance and rain finds its way, The world is cloaked in a whispering shroud, As droplets weave through a somber cloud. Each raindrop's kiss is a ghostly touch, A secret story, a promise, much Like memories lost in the storm's embrace, Where time dissolves without a trace. In the gloom, the earth sings a lullaby, A melody where the night birds fly, And though the sky may weep and moan, There's solace in the dark rain’s tone. For in its fall lies a gentle might, A cleansing rhythm through the night, Turning the sorrow into a soft refrain, In the quiet beauty of dark rain. ©twisha ray

twisha ray