THE RAIN BETWEEN US

The rain didn't just fall that night... it lingered.

Heavy. Relentless. Like the tension stretched between two souls who refused to step closer, yet couldn't walk away.

Every drop that touched the ground echoed something unspoken. Regret. Desire. Fear. The kind that settles deep in your chest and refuses to leave.

The world blurred into shadows and silver streaks, but somehow, in the middle of it all... she was the only thing I could see.

She stood there, soaked in silence, Her presence louder than the storm itself. Close enough for me to reach. Too far for me to dare.

Funny, isn't it?

How something as simple as rain can turn into a battlefield where every glance feels like a confession, and every breath feels stolen. Where the space between us is no longer distance... but restraint.

I could have closed it.
One step. That's all it would've taken.

But we both knew...
some lines, once crossed, don't let you come back the same.

So the rain kept falling.

Not to separate us
but to remind us...
that whatever this was...
was never meant to be simple.