Lost In The Rhytm Of The Rain. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sky sighs, a watercolor gray,
And tears begin their slow cascade.
Each drop a whisper, far away,
Of a time that's now a memory made.

A window pane, a blurry street,
A quiet ache I can't explain.
Footsteps echo, bittersweet,
Lost in the rhythm of the rain.

Did I say enough? Did I hold too tight?
The thoughts like mist, they swirl and cling.
Each drop a question in the night,
A melody my heart will sing.

The world outside is washed anew,
But inside, shadows start to creep.
Longing for what felt so true,
Secrets the falling waters keep.

And as the clouds begin to part,
A hollow echo still remains.
A gentle sadness in the heart,
Left by the touch of quiet rains.