Echo in the Rain

The sky was always fair to us,

A quiet witness to our days—

The first rain, the silver hush,

The heat that softened into grey.

We stood alone beneath the storm,

Laughter woven through the air,

Raindrops drummed a tender song,

A melody beyond compare.

But now the miles stretch far and wide,

And rain falls sudden, cold, and blue.

Each drop a whisper, soft, insistent—

I bet you remember it this way too.

For everything still speaks our name,

Each fleeting moment pulls me through—

Back to that summer, long since faded,

When the sky was always fair to us.