the lingering sadness (or happiness) of rain.
Smiling from the stars above.
the world pauses as i stand outside, the rain hitting my umbrella. the vast expanse of green stretches before me, as nature comes undeniably alive.
rain falls and rainbows multiply.
waterfalls down porcelain rocks.
tears sinking into aging skin.
love is a choice, and, when it’s made, it’s eternal.
the rain masks your tears.
a bird’s chirp is a hallow sound on the sacred forest ground.
warm air and cold raindrops – a grey paradox i love.