Whispers in the Rain
These rainy days,
Echo memories of something lost,
A shadow that clings,
A weight upon my soul.
Good people departed,
Their absence was a silent ache,
Yet I stand encircled by thorns,
The company of those who wound.
Blame rains down like drops,
Unjust accusations,
A tempest of falsehoods,
I shelter my fragile heart.
My true self veiled,
Hidden from prying eyes,
Vulnerability invites pain,
And trust is a fragile thread.
Yet, in this storm,
I find strength within,
God's lessons are etched in raindrops,
Guiding me toward self-love.
Thank you, divine weaver of trials,
For shaping resilience,
For teaching me to dance
Amidst whispers in the rain.
By Yashvi Gavankar
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