Silver Rain

I have been counting my tears, watching as your memory fades like thick, dark, and foreboding clouds that once blotted out the sun. Now, every falling drop is pierced by sudden beams of light. I am no longer drowning in the dark. I count my tears as silver rain, releasing the hurts once buried in my heart. With every drop, the dark recedes, until the window of my soul is cleansed-- paving the way for a sky that finally knows its own significance and radiance. Copyright 2026, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved