walking in the rain

in the style of fiona apple

**Whispers in the Downpour** In the drumming darkness, the world turns slippery, and the rain, oh baby, it sings a lullaby of ghosts, stitching shadows from streetlights and soaked memories. Each step pools a little deeper, where the echoes get tangled— I swear I can hear them whispering secrets, hissing like the wind through the alleyway, "Don't you dare forget us." My heart beats like a metronome, ticking heavy, as flashes of lightning illuminate the faces of the ones who used to hold my heart in shambles. Drenched, I press on— because love isn't dead; it just slumbers beneath the puddles.