When the rain falls down on me,
it’s not just sky—it’s memory.
It’s every word she used to say,
now whispered through the clouds and gray.
It’s how she laughed, the way she cared,
the way her love was always shared.
And when the storm begins to cry,
I swear I feel her passing by.
I miss her soft and healing hands,
the way she’d try to understand.
She held the weight of all our pain—
and now she falls with every rain.
I long for you on days like this,
when grief replaces warmth with mist.
Each drop that hits me makes me yearn
for arms I know I can return.
You are the light that still remains,
the thread that runs through joy and pain.
Though time may pull and life may bend,
our bond was never meant to end.
We are the pieces of her flame,
and though the world won’t be the same,
we carry her in all we do—
and I feel closest through each of you.
Don’t let the silence stretch too far.
Don’t drift away from who we are.
We need each other more, not less—
to heal, to laugh, to sit, confess.
So when the rain falls down on me,
please know it’s more than storm or sea.
It’s longing, love, and memory—
and hope you’ll come and sit with me.
©dannyray88
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