Re Loader By Rain -

By the time I walk back inside, I am not healed. I am not fixed. But I am loaded —fresh cartridge, quiet hammer, steady trigger finger.

The window fogs like an unspoken thought. Outside, the rain doesn't fall—it reloads . Each droplet a chambered round, firing softly against the glass. Tap. Tap. Reload. Re Loader By Rain

I close my eyes. Let the water stitch itself into my hair, my collar, my clenched fists. One breath. Two. The sky cycles another round. By the time I walk back inside, I am not healed

Re load. Re start. Re learn to be soft in the downpour. Re Loader By Rain