Rainy Awakening
Reflection
In the misty veil of morning's kiss,
A maiden's visage, soft as bliss.
Her tresses, wild and free as thought,
Adorned with droplets, like tears brought.
The purple hue of her garment's fold,
Echoes the mystery of her soul's gold.
Eyes, like sapphires, deep and wide,
Reflect the calm before the storm inside.
The rain's gentle touch, a soothing balm,
Awakens the heart, and calms the alarm.
In this serene and mystic hour,
She stands, a vision, in quiet power.
Her beauty, a reflection of the soul,
A mystic mirror, making us whole.
The world, a blur, beyond her face,
Fades into the background's muted space.
As the rain washes away the pain,
She emerges, reborn, like a summer rain.
In her gaze, a story unfolds,
Of resilience, and a heart that's made of gold.