The Soul's Pitter-Patter
Oh, the tender embrace of the earthly tide below.
I descend, a crystalline piece of longing, weaving tales of love in the clouds.
Listen, can you hear my heart echoing through the sky?
Each drop stretches its essence, seeking ground to belong—to caress skin
and blend with the ocean's embrace.
A dance unchained by gravity, a soliloquy of damp ventures.
Under the stars, I find solace, a search for
fragile hearts yearning connection,
perpetually weaving a moistened puzzle.
Shouldn't you, too, feel the rain's hollow caress?
Dive into the charm of the unknown tides, surf the eternal drizzles.
I linger, as each piece of the cosmos.