Rain In My Soul.

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A solitary figure in a hooded cloak walks through a misty, rain-soaked street lined with old houses. The atmosphere is serene yet eerie, with muted colors and reflective puddles enhancing the mood.

It Rains in My Heart

It rains in my heart, droplets of memories and longings fall, like rain kissing the parched earth on nights of silent melancholy.

Every drop is an old sigh, a forgotten word in time’s echo, tracing pathways of nostalgia and in its dance evoking ghosts of emotion.

The sky, dense and gray, releases its tears over the dome of my thoughts, while the rain, like a secret spring, waters the dry ground of lost dreams.

In each drop hides a verse, an ephemeral tale of love and silence, a song of hope amid the storm, where sorrow transforms into poetry.

Beneath this downpour, my soul bares itself, seeking solace in the murmur of the wind, and amid flashes of life and shadow, I discover that even in the rain, lies the promise of a new dawn.