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
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