A candle flickered through a silver rain
Its flame unbroken though the night felt strained
Each wavering beam carved promise through the grey
Teaching my heart which path to stay
You stepped through droplets bright as shattered glass
Breathing new warmth into the shadowed pass
Soft rainfall mirrored where your glances shone
Lighting the spaces once carved from stone
We stood in silence near the trembling haze
Letting the candle choose our forward ways
Its fragile flame held steady in your palm
Turning the storm into a quiet healing calm
Rain passed gently into the morning light
Leaving a shimmer where you touched the night
The world still glows where your presence came—
My candle in rainfall steady in its flame