Leaves shone black with silver sheen
Grass lay humble freshly clean
Puddles mirrored tender skies
Clouds withdrew with softened sighs
Bench felt cool beneath the hand
Calm reclaimed the weeping land
Birds returned to claim their hymn
Hope re-entered every limb
Rain did not erase the noise
Yet it washed the fragile poise
Streets grew gentle in the hush
Life reset in sudden flush
After storm the city breathes
Grief releases heart believes
Sit where droplets crown the day—
Healing waits in rain’s ballet