He walks alone on empty streets,
Cold raindrops dance upon his cheeks.
The sky weeps with a sorrowed hue,
A mirror of the pain he knew.
His shoes are soaked, his heart is too,
With memories he can't undo.
Each step he takes, the puddles sigh,
Reflecting tears he doesn’t cry.
The world moves on, yet he remains,
A silent boy lost in the rain.
The laughter fades, the voices dim,
No one stops to talk to him.
Yet in the storm, he finds embrace,
The rain hides pain he cannot face.
For every drop upon his skin
Washes away the ache within.
And though the night is cold and long,
He hums a tune—a broken song.
For maybe in the storm’s refrain,
He’ll find a way to love the rain.
