@mohdqausain
The skies have opened, weeping onto the earth below —
a storm not just outside, but within.
Each drop strikes like a heartbeat,
steady, relentless, echoing the silence in my chest.
The world is drenched in silver sorrow,
and yet, there’s beauty in this chaos —
a kind of raw poetry that only rain can write.
Tonight, I don't run from the storm — I become it.
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