Whispers of the Rain

Beneath the veil of mist, two souls entwined, Umbrellas shield their faces, secrets confined. The path they tread is soft, the earth is damp, A symphony of silence, a dance of calm. Their steps are slow, their hearts in quiet tune, A timeless bond, a journey unwound. The rain whispers secrets, the trees stand still, In this moment, the world is still. The umbrellas, a shield from the heavens' grace, A symbol of unity, a shared embrace. The path they walk is not just of stone, But of dreams and memories, their own. The rain, a muse, a painter of souls, Brushes their faces with veils of gold. In this monochrome world, their spirits ignite, A beacon of love, a light in the night. For in the rain, the heart finds its voice, A symphony of emotions, a gentle choice. They walk not just for the path they tread, But for the journey that lies within their head. The rain, a teacher, a guide, a friend, Whispers of the past, a future unspun. In this moment, they are one, in this rain, A story untold, a love that remains.