Rain-speckled windows,
my world blurred at the edges.
Cities weep in a language
only the heartbroken understand,
yet in each drop,
a story of revival whispers.
Between the pauses
of a thunderous soliloquy,
life holds its breath,
as if the earth itself awaits
the kiss of a new beginning.
In this downpour,
find me dancing - a silhouette
against the weeping sky,
finding joy in the melancholy,
a melody in the storm.