Pixel rain falls on the digital street
Washing down the faces of the ones I'll never meet
Droplets made of data, falling from the sky
Watering the wasteland where the dead trees lie
I'm standing in the downpour, let it soak my skin
Feel the cold of neon penetrate within
The rain don't differentiate the real from fake
It falls on everything, gives and takes
Pixel rain falling, washing me clean
Between the real and the in-between
Pixel rain falling, soft and slow
Where the broken gardens used to grow
Each droplet carries memory of a life forgot
Flooding through the city, filling every plot
I taste the rain and wonder what it brings
Is it sorrow or the hope that water sings?
The soil here's synthetic, but it drinks the same
Nourished by the falling, learning not to blame
I'm growing in the rainfall, in the quiet space
Where the rain and I are learning to embrace
Pixel rain falling, washing me clean
Between the real and the in-between
Pixel rain falling, soft and slow
Where the broken gardens used to grow
Nothing's ever truly lost in water
Just transformed into a different order
And maybe that's enough, just the grace
Of the rain sustaining this quiet place
