The Voice in the Rain
When no one listens, even the sky finds a way to speak back in rain.

It fell again — the sky in tears,
Like whispers brushing past my ears
Each drop a thought I tried to hide,
Now dancing down the window’s side
The world may sleep, but I remain,
Alone, alive, inside the rain
And though no soul may know my name,
The clouds, they speak — they sound the same
They echo every word I lost,
Each love I paid, each silent cost
The dreams I left beneath the floor,
They find their shape in thunder’s roar
I ask the storm to stay awhile,
To walk with me, to break this trial
For in the downpour’s cold embrace,
I finally see a softer face
A voice that isn’t made of man,
But understands what no one can
So when I cry and none appear,
I turn to rain — it’s always near
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Mahmood Afridi
I write about the quiet moments we often overlook — healing, self-growth, and the beauty hidden in everyday life. If you've ever felt lost in the noise, my words are a pause. Let's find meaning in the stillness, together.
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