In the quiet moments between storms,
when the world holds its breath,
raindrops fall in solitary descent,
each one a tiny messenger
from the heavens above.
They tap against the windowpanes
with a gentle insistence,
a rhythm of solitude
that speaks of introspection,
of moments spent alone.
Each drop carries a story,
a journey from cloud to earth,
a fleeting existence
in the vast expanse of sky.
And in their solitude,
they find their purpose,
to nourish the earth,
to cleanse the air,
to bring life to the world below.
So let them fall,
these solitary raindrops,
for in their descent
lies the beauty of solitude,
the quiet strength of being alone.
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Verses in Harmony
PoetryVerses in Harmony invites readers on a lyrical journey through the wonders of nature. In this enchanting collection, the beauty and complexity of the natural world are celebrated through the artistry of poetry. From the gentle rustle of leaves in a...
