Beneath the cloak of a darkened night's embrace,
A solitary soul weaves a tale of heartbreak and grace.
Raindrops fall, like teardrops from the sky,
A symphony of sorrow, a lullaby.

Crying in the rain, where shadows dance,
Each droplet echoing a lost romance.
In the obsidian canvas of the midnight air,
Love's fragments scattered, beyond repair.

Silhouetted against the moonlit mist,
A figure weeps, by...