If love were a raindrop, then you would be the first rain of the season—gentle, refreshing, and stirring the soul. You didn’t arrive in haste or with noise, but quietly fell into my heart, soaking into every dry corner of emotion and awakening the seeds of hope long forgotten.
I once lived through long, lonely days, like a barren land waiting for rain. Dreams of love had faded with time, and I had grown used to the silence of my own heart. But then you appeared—like an unexpected shower, unannounced, unplanned. You came softly, yet left behind deep tremors, emotions I thought I had lost.
You are not just the drop that eases the scorching heat of life—you are the whole sky after the rain: clear, peaceful, and full of promise. You are the rainbow that appears when I look up, the light that pierces through the clouds, the whisper of happiness I had never truly heard before.
If love were a raindrop, then every glance you give, every word you speak, every gentle touch of your hand is a drop falling into my heart. They don’t soak my clothes, but they drench my soul. They don’t make me cold—on the contrary, they warm me with your sincerity and tenderness.
I don’t want to shield myself from this rain, don’t want to run or seek shelter. I want to stand beneath it forever—to love, to feel, to live fully in every moment with you. Because I know, in every drop of this rain is the love you give me: pure, enduring, and never-ending.
The world may be vast, but for me, just one rain named you is enough. Because you are the most beautiful thing this life has ever given me—a rain that soothes everything and makes my heart bloom.
