The Melancholy of the Rain

The playful rain is whispering to the moon,
A tender breeze is drifting through the night.
And quiet stars are smiling in their sleep,
Reminding me that everything’s still possible.

Oh, the melancholy of the rain,
It falls in rhythm softly on the window.
A gentle song of shadows and desire,
A dream that lingers through the midnight hour.

I see a distant star with weary eyes,
Its silver glow is trembling in the silence.
I wait for dreams that visit in the dark,
The rain becomes a secret lullaby.

Now thunder answers back with fiery light,
A zigzag carving stories in the darkness.
Yet still the rain keeps dancing with the moon,
Its golden echoes shimmer in my memory.

Oh, the melancholy of the rain,
It walks barefoot across the silver puddles.
And in my soul a tender silence stays,
A song unfinished, fading with the night.

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