Symphonic Rains

Within every drop, a note, a silence broken under footfalls dampened by rainbow chaos.

The conductor's baton, an ephemeral line, drawn in the folds of the sky, gathers colors like thoughts chasing after forgotten dreams.

Sometimes, I wonder, pressed between keys like melodies waiting; a tempest? Or just a solitary whisper through a kaleidoscopic veil?

And wrapped in twilight's tapestry, the refrain found semblance amongst the arcs in both sound and shadow. Alone, together, in each heartbeat a symphony; where dust settled before dawn, hereafter reborn anew in every falling whisper.