When the Rain Whispered Your Name

 When the Rain Whispered Your Name

Arman Rashid 

Raindrops fell softly on the empty street,

each one echoing memories I could not forget.

The wind carried a scent I once knew,

and for a moment, I felt you near.

Puddles reflected the gray, quiet sky,

mirroring the thoughts I kept inside.

I listened to the rhythm of the rain,

as if it were speaking the words I never said.

Your laughter seemed to ride each drop,

filling the silence between my steps.

I traced the patterns the water left,

searching for traces of your presence.

The clouds lingered, heavy and slow,

and the world felt paused, holding its breath.

I closed my eyes, letting the rain wash over me,

and felt the weight of all we left unsaid.

Every storm carries a memory,

every drop a fragment of you.

I let the rain speak what I could not,

letting it cradle the ache in my heart.

And when the sky finally cleared,

your name remained written across the clouds.