Through the Quiet Rain

The streets are bare, the lamps still hum, A distant train, the night grows numb. I trace my breath against the pane, And watch the world dissolve again. The steps I took have lost their sound, No one to hear, no soul around. The walls still hold the shape of years, The weight of dreams, the pull of tears. Through the quiet rain, I stay, Haunted soft by what won’t fade. And though the dark feels close tonight, There’s beauty trembling in the fight. The thunder hums beneath my skin, I lose, I bend, yet breathe again. The sky unfolds, a muted tone, A fragile truth I’ve come to own. Maybe pain was meant to teach, The heart to break, the soul to reach. And in the ache, I find release, A shattered kind of peace. Through the quiet rain, I stay, Haunted soft by what won’t fade. And though the dark feels close tonight, There’s beauty trembling in the fight. The dawn creeps slow, the air stands thin, I taste the calm beneath the din. And though the past still calls my name, It doesn’t hurt the same. Let the rain disguise my eyes, No need for words, no need for guise. I’ve learned to love what can’t remain, And walk unarmed through quiet rain. Through the quiet rain, I stay, Haunted soft by what won’t fade. And though the dark feels close tonight, There’s beauty trembling in the fight.