Rain Beneath the Pines

The rain falls on canvas above us Like quiet conversations in the dark. The forest breathes in greens and shadows, Your hand finds mine without looking. We’re wrapped in gray and morning whispers, But somehow there’s warmth in all this waiting. The rain carries memories (Carries memories). We’re home (We’re home). The moss gives way beneath our footsteps. I watch you breathing in the mist. These pines have weathered countless storms, But this moment feels different somehow. Like every story we’ve ever heard Hangs in the air between us While we navigate through yesterday’s echoes. The rain carries memories (Carries memories). We’re home (We’re home). Sometimes I wonder, Which of this is real— The shelter we left behind Or this tent against the sky? Everything we are dissolves In the morning air, Like frost on fallen leaves. Nothing lost, nothing kept. The rain carries memories (Carries memories). We’re finally home. (Finally home.) We understand. The rain keeps falling. The forest keeps breathing. And though somewhere a fireplace waits, Right here, right now, We understand everything. [Words, Production, and Direction by Noizgenie.] [Cover Art Direction by Noizgenie. © 2025 Noizgenie.]