Rain flows slowly in rhythm, like fingers across piano— the way it touches earth With pretentious calm. The green lands rejoice with every drop that finds them. Trees in distance dance, swaying slow, woven with wind. A blackened sky contrasting earth’s joy. Cold breeze brushes my cheek, scolding me sweetly for not seeing the beauty In the storm I’m living. Crops smile and bow with every gentle breath, so elegant, so foreign. Perhaps—it’s only how I saw it before. and now as it speaks to me silently, Each breath becomes alive, divine. Faint smile on my lips, one that never fades. Each gaze, your reminder. Gone- yet in everything, You remain.