Silent Rain

A slight chilly draft strikes my face.

The rain falls softly. Elegantly,

and quietly.

The black crows have left.

The sun has absconded,

hiding behind the menacing clouds.

I hear the falling of the raindrops

landing on trees,

rooftops and

finally onto the terracotta tiles.

I’m alone and yet not lonely.

I’m surrounded by no-one

and yet something around me

is alive.

The world outside of me empties

But the one inside is teeming.

In the silence,

I hear the music of life,

I feel an eternal presence.

I’m overcome by a

profound love.

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