Love Wears the Rain 💐

Rain falls like your voice when you whisper, soft and slow, full of something unspoken, touching every corner of me like your fingers once did tender, deliberate. The wind moves like a memory of us, weaving through trees with the grace of a glance, brushing past my skin as if it still remembers how your breath felt dancing on my neck. Each raindrop is a secret from the sky, slipping down windows, down walls, the way your love slipped into my life quiet, impossible to stop, endlessly gentle. No storm. No noise. Just this hush, the kind we shared beneath blankets, hearts syncing between words, as if the world paused just to let us exist. The wind carries your name tonight not loudly, but like a question that only the heart can answer, and mine still says yes. Let this rain be the letter I never sent, and this breeze the kiss I still owe you. In this silence made of sky and longing, love falls again soft, slow, eternal.