I listen to the rain fall.
On rooftops where no one pays attention.
Each drop writes a letter to the ground.
Each puddle holds a world of secrets.
I walk alone through silver streets.
My feet tracing paths no one else takes.
The clouds know everything I can't say.
And carry my confessions without judgment.
No one hears the quiet symphony.
No one feels the gentle weight of my thoughts.
And in that hidden downpour, I am free—
A soul soaked in solitude and truth.
About the Creator
Emily
Poem lover, word collector, and believer in the quiet magic of language. I write to remember, to heal, and to find beauty in the spaces between silence and sound. Every poem is a heartbeat — a small proof that feelings can become art.
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