A gentle rhythm on the windowpane,

The quiet whispers of falling rain.

Each drop a story, a fleeting sigh,

Filling the air with a soft goodbye.

Echoes in the rain, calling out my name,

Soft and steady, never the same.

Through the mist, I feel your pain,

Guided by echoes in the rain.

Beneath the clouds, the world feels still,

A tender moment, a fleeting thrill.

The melodies drift in the fading light,

A symphony born of the endless night.

Echoes in the rain, calling out my name,

Soft and steady, never the same.

Through the mist, I feel your pain,

Guided by echoes in the rain.

The rain may cease, but the echoes stay,

Lingering long after the storm gives way.

A fragile thread that binds our souls,

Through every wave, it softly rolls.

Echoes in the rain, calling out my name,

Soft and steady, never the same.

Through the mist, I feel your pain,

Guided by echoes in the rain.