The Art of Stillness

There is a particular kind of quiet
that only comes with rain—
the world softened to watercolors,
streets turned to rivers of light.

We press our palms to cold glass,
watching droplets race to nowhere,
finding peace in the blur,
in the gentle percussion of letting go.

The city dissolves into memory,
and for a moment, time holds still—
just you, the steam from your cup,
and the endless, beautiful grey.