In the gentle glow of the midnight rain,
Tears trace stories upon the windowpane.
Silent whispers in the night’s embrace,
Find solace in the shadows they retrace.

Beneath the stars, where dreams appear,
Tears speak of hopes, both far and near.
In their flow, a quiet strength resides,
Carrying burdens the heart confides.

Every droplet holds a world unseen,
A dance of loss, of joy, serene.
They weave a tapestry of light and shade,
In their descent, memories fade.

Yet, in their wake, new paths unfold,
Tears, the alchemists of stories untold.
They carve the soul with tender grace,
Leaving traces of their gentle embrace.