The sky weeps in a whisper,
its tears streak the windowpane,
a gentle reminder—
we too, can cleanse again.
In the rhythm of the rain,
there's a song for the soul,
a melody in the madness,
making broken spirits whole.
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The sky weeps in a whisper,
its tears streak the windowpane,
a gentle reminder—
we too, can cleanse again.
In the rhythm of the rain,
there's a song for the soul,
a melody in the madness,
making broken spirits whole.