Cerulean Solace

In the rain's gentle melody, she finds her voice, A whispered truth, a heartfelt choice. The blue cloak wraps around her like a shroud, A shield against the world's loud crowd. Her eyes, like sapphires, shine with inner light, Reflecting the turmoil of the night. Tears fall like rain, a sorrowful refrain, As she stands alone, yet not in pain. For in the rain, she finds a peaceful nest, A place to hide, to be her true self, to rest. The water's touch, a soothing balm, That heals the wounds, and calms the alarm. In this quiet moment, she is free, A being of beauty, wild and carefree.