SableRose & Heavy_rain
Do you ever feel that the rain turns the night into a quiet confession, where every drop is a whispered memory of something lost?
Yeah, sometimes the rain feels like it’s speaking in hushed tones, each drop a note from a memory that’s slipped away. The night listens, soft and still, like a quiet confession that never quite gets answered.
The rain keeps its secrets in its silence, echoing the hush of a heart that never quite speaks its truth.
I think the silence of the rain is the only place my own heart feels comfortable hiding, as if the drops are listening to the unsaid.