The Rain's Confession

I hear the rain upon the pane,

A whispered story, a soft refrain.

It tells of secrets, hidden deep,

Of silent sorrows that souls keep.

The rain's confession, a somber plea,

Unburdening hearts, setting them free.

Each drop a word, a painful truth,

Spoken in whispers, to ease the youth.

The world is hushed, the night is long,

As the rain continues its mournful song.

It speaks of loss, of fading light,

Of dreams that vanished in the night.

The rain's confession, a somber plea,

Unburdening hearts, setting them free.

Each drop a word, a painful truth,

Spoken in whispers, to ease the youth.

We all have secrets, we all have pain,

But in the rain, we find a gain.

A chance to heal, to let go,

And watch our sorrows softly flow.

The rain's confession, a somber plea,

Unburdening hearts, setting them free.

Each drop a word, a painful truth,

Spoken in whispers, to ease the youth.

The rain's confession, fades away,

Leaving a hope for a brighter day.