When The Rain Falls

 “When the Rain Falls”

Sometimes the rain hits hard—

sharp, unrelenting,

like sudden tears with no warning.

Each drop a memory,

each gust a ghost of a love that once held me.

The sky darkens,

not in anger, but in sorrow—

a sultry, swollen ache that mirrors my own, expanding like the air in my lungs

Pictures flash through me.

Moments. Mouths. Hands. Heat

Gone.

And then… sometimes,

the rain arrives like a whisper—

soft, forgiving,

cradling me in its hush.

It tells me I’ll be okay.

That the weight will lift.

That this ache is not the end,

but the unmaking before the becoming.

The droplets wash over my skin,

sliding into the cracks of my broken heart,

rinsing it clean.

And just beyond the veil of gray,

visions begin to stir—

in shades of golden promise,

in the slow breath of a rising sun.

Lara-My Art of glass