The Dreamer's Pen

The rain does not ask where you have been.
It does not weigh your regrets
or measure the ache in your bones.
It simply falls, soft, steady, unburdened,
inviting you to do the same.

Each drop carries a memory,
the scent of yesterday’s laughter,
the hush of something waiting to be born.
It kisses the earth, awakens the roots,
washes away what no longer belongs.

The rain hums a quiet truth:
You are not meant to stay the same.
You are water,
meant to move, meant to change,
meant to pour yourself into something greater.

Let it cleanse you.
Let it remind you.
Let it rain.