Rain’s Requiem

 Beneath a sky of leaden gray,

Where sorrow reigns and hopes decay,

The rain descends in torrents fierce,

A symphony of grief, a lament to pierce.

Each drop a dagger, sharp and cold,

A tale of woe, a story untold,

They drum upon the earth's hardened heart,

Tearing apart what once was whole and smart.

Through misty veils of endless night,

I weep for lost dreams, forsaken light,

And in their dance, a mournful plea,

For souls adrift on a stormy sea.

With every crash of thunder's roar,

They echo the pain felt evermore,

A chorus of anguish, a symphony of despair,

Drowning out the whispers of a silent prayer.

Yet in the midst of this tempest's rage,

There lies a beauty, a solemn stage,

For in the tears that the heavens shed,

There's solace found, in sorrow's bed.

So I let the rain wash over me,

I embrace the sorrow, and let it be,

For in its depths, I’ll find a strength,

For when the storm finally abates 

I’ll rise again, from its fateful gates.