Whispers in the rain lingered by the wind and each drop held unspoken words. The world around us is drenched, yet in the quiet between the storm, it's our whispers that fill the space-soft, fleeting, but unforgettable. The rain may wash everything a...
the rainfall feels petty, knocking on my door, and the thoughts inside my head swirl in a kaleidoscope. the early mist of september brings you back to me.
there i am again, taking a trip down memory lane.
i'm in your arms, lying between comfort and chaos, and your voice is a lullaby—whispering, "everything's gonna be alright." the greyscale hides the glow of us, but the drops of rain blur us.
it's a quiet rendezvous; this weather is a reminder of us—loud and proud as it becomes a visitor to the home we once called ours.
