Lady of the Quiet Rain

Lady of the quiet rain,
your hood gathers the sky
as if it were a secret meant only
for your wandering eyes.

In the soft green light behind you,
the world leans closer,
grass holds its breath,
even the wind pauses
to study the gentle rebellion
of your smile.

You are the serenity
that travelers mistake for chance,
the whisper a forest keeps
in the folds of its leaves.
There is a constellation
tucked into your gaze,
a patient flame,
not burning, but glowing,
like a truth that refuses to shout.

If I were the day,
I would rise only
to crown your shoulders in warmth.
If I were the night,
I would scatter my stars
just to see how they tremble
in the reflection of your eyes.

You
with the quiet fierceness
of someone who carries light
without needing to hold it high,
walk through the world
like a poem still being written,
each step a verse,
each glance a new beginning.