When the Rain Stays

 

The rain came softly at first,

like a whisper no one heard,

tapping gently on the windows

as if asking to come in.

But no one answered.

So it stayed—

slipping through cracks in the silence,

settling deep inside the chest

where even light feels unwelcome.

Days turned gray without asking,

colors faded without goodbye,

and laughter became a distant echo

lost somewhere in another time.

Even the sky seemed tired,

carrying clouds it couldn’t release,

just like a heart that’s too heavy

to remember how to break.

And still, the rain fell—

not loud, not wild, just constant,

a quiet reminder

that some sadness doesn’t storm…