Winter Rain

The Mood of a Rainy Night

Footsteps fade into the distance,
and since early evening, winter rain has been falling.
The trees stand unshielded,
soaked through the night.

Grey clouds hang low,
covering the dark, blurred sky,
yet somehow it feels warm,
settling gently into my heart.

Each raindrop taps softly on the window,
lingering for a moment like a tear,
then slipping quietly away.

The village is already so still,
yet in this endless calm,
the gentle patter of rain
lights up the night with a comforting rhythm.

Tomorrow morning, even if it’s dim,
will the rain clear?
Or will it continue,
welcoming the dawn with a soft, quiet light?

Even in the half-sleep of tossing and turning,
the sound of rain remains tender,
unchanged, comforting.

*these are my own paintings *