Lost in thought, as rain pours down, Drowning in my mind's deep sound, Each drop a whisper, a gentle plea, To set my restless soul free.
The world around me fades away, Lost in the gray of a rainy day, Memories dance in the stormy mist, A symphony of longing, of what I missed.
But as the rain continues to fall, I find solace in its soothing call, Each drop a tear, a cleansing sigh, Washing away my fears, my cry.
Lost in thought, as rain pours down, I find clarity in the silent sound, A moment of peace in the storm's embrace, A fleeting escape, a gentle grace.
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I can picture myself sitting at a window staring at a calm spring rainfall sipping my morning coffee with too many unresolved conflicts floating in my thoughts; yet feeling at peace. Thanks for this great poem.