Whispers of the Rain
Reflection
Beneath the veil of mist, two souls entwined,
Umbrellas shield them from the heavens' design.
Their steps are slow, their hearts in quiet rhyme,
A dance of shadows, a symphony of time.
The trees stand silent, their leaves a gentle sigh,
A witness to the fleeting, fragile tie.
The river flows, a mirror of their grace,
Reflecting dreams in its serene embrace.
The rain whispers secrets, soft and low,
Of journeys shared, of paths they'll know.
In this moment, they are one, yet apart,
Bound by the rain, yet free from the heart.
For in the rain, the world becomes a stage,
Where every drop is a story's page.
And as they walk, the world fades away,
Leaving only the rain and the endless gray.
This is their journey, a tale untold,
In the rain, where the heart is bold.
For in the rain, the soul finds its voice,
And the whispers of the rain become its choice.