I sit, watching the streetlamp flicker
A lone sentinel in the quiet drizzle
The first rain taps softly on the roof
I trace the rhythm with silent thoughts
Each drop a memory, a whisper of past
As if the earth breathes anew
I am caught in this moment of pause

The world outside shimmers with renewal
Yet within, echoes of what once was
The rain cleanses but leaves traces
Of what I had and what is gone
A gentle acceptance in the patter
I find solace in this quiet loss
And in the rain, I learn to let go