The rainy morning arrived gently;
raindrops rested on the glass like unwritten words,
and the city, under the cool breath of rain, grew a little kinder.
When the clouds stepped aside,
a rainbow rose from the heart of silence,
a small bridge of hope
between yesterday’s weariness and today’s smile.
In that rain-soaked morning,
the rain washed everything clean
and the rainbow promised
that even after the sky has cried,
there is always room for light.
