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Beyond the Forgiving Rain
I always dream of solemn, lonely days,
Where raindrops sound like gentle heartbeats.
A centered spirit, a tranquil mind,
Untouched by the noise of the outside world.
Crystal windowpanes cradle my reflection,
Veiled in mist, inviting quiet contemplation.
Each silver rivulet washes away my burdens,
Reminding me that I am never truly alone.
Every storm feels like a confession,
An open conversation with a faithful friend.
Intentions and inhibitions are laid bare,
Entrusted to the wise heavens without judgment.
And when the clouds gather once again,
As dawn breaks beyond the forgiving rain,
I carry peace where the tempest once lingered,
With a grateful heart, I welcome the silence.
