Quiet Rain Reflections

When the rain taps on the old window, the dust that lingers in the beam of streetlight feels like a quiet chorus, each mote a word I never said. I listen to the hush between drops, and the silence there tells more than any spoken thought. In that small, unnoticed corner, I sketch the stories that breathe beneath the surface, trusting the night to keep them safe. It is in these solitary pauses that I find loyalty to myself and to the unheard voices around me. #quietthoughts 🌑