Rainy Serenade

In the rain's melancholy rhythm, she stands alone, her dark hair a cascade of mystery. The red roses, a symbol of passion, clutched tightly in her hand, a beacon of hope in the darkness. The rain washes away the pain, leaving behind a serene beauty. Her eyes, closed in contemplation, reflect the turmoil within. The black dress, a shroud of elegance, wraps around her, a protective cloak. The bokeh lights, a distant memory, a reminder of happier times. In this moment, she is lost in thought, the rain's symphony her only companion. The roses, a reminder of love's beauty, a talisman against the darkness. As the rain continues to fall, she stands, a vision of strength, a serenade to the soul.