In the gentle patter of raindrops on my window pane, I hear a melancholy melody, a tender refrain. A symphony of memories, like droplets on glass, Each raindrop echoes moments, now lost to the past.

The clouds weep softly, mirroring my heart’s plea, As I’m wrapped in the mist of what used to be. A dance of nostalgia, in the cool, damp air, I’m engulfed by the shadows of a love once so rare.

Rainy days, like tears, wash away the pain, Yet, in their tender touch, your absence remains. The streets glisten with reflections of our laughter, Now muted, as silence descends, ever after.

In the rhythm of rain, I find echoes of your name, A soft whisper that kindles the embers of the flame. I stroll down memory lanes, soaked in regret, Chasing the ghost of a love I’ll never forget.

Umbrellas of sorrow shield me from the storm, As I navigate through a heart that’s still warm. Mist-kissed, I’m haunted by the ghost of your smile, In the downpour of emotions, lingering for a while.

But as rainbows emerge from the tears in the sky, I’ll paint a new canvas, let our love gently lie. For in the rain’s embrace, I’ll learn to let go, And find solace in memories, as the healing winds blow.