By Aksa Shafi
Raindrops whisper secrets in a language all their own,
A symphony of memories that only the heart can call home.
In every drop, a story of love, loss, and life,
A melody that echoes through the soul's inner strife.
In the rhythm of the rain, I hear my heart's beat,
A cadence reminds me of love that we'll never have to repeat.
The rain reminds me of you – laughter, tears, and sighs,
Moments we shared beneath grey and weeping skies.
The language of rain is universal – a tongue understood by all,
A dialect of the heart transcending boundaries, walls, and all.
It speaks of hope, longing, dreams, and unspoken desires,
A language whispering truths only the heart has unbroken fires.
So let the rain keep falling; let its melodies unfold,
For in its language, I hear whispers of love that will never grow old.
When the skies are grey and rain pours down,
I'll listen to its secrets and hear this town's heartbeat resound.
By Aksa Shafi
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