First rain revives the city; alone, I drown in memory, regret, and loss - love gone, silence remains, hope fades in endless night.
Days turned to weeks. It was almost the end of July and not a single drop of water had fallen from the skies. My hopes
Rain has long inspired literature, symbolizing life's trials, ominous foreboding, quiet introspection, emotional renewal, and humanity's enduring relationship with nature.
