Upon the silent bound where raindrops weave
a tapestry amidst the cosmic hum,
I speak to what the universe conceives
and listen for the answers yet to come.
Stars, those distant whispers in night's dome,
gather like sands upon these drenched words.
Their tales, written in light, find no home,
yet linger 'round the soul like forgotten birds.
If skies could grant a single wish, then make it
to drown all echoes in the rains that fall,
washing the stars anew, as quiet footsteps
tread softly, as rain kisses the earth's call.
Explore more of this celestial rhapsody
through these portals: Deluge Whispers and Starlight Anecdotes.