The rain sounds like you
soft at first, then heavier,
like the words I never said.
Clouds gather, pressing against my chest,
thick with unsaid confessions.
I hold them in,
tight as the sky before the storm.
Maybe I’ll break like thunder,
spilling everything all at once.
Or maybe I’ll just keep raining,
slow, quiet, unnoticed
but drowning all the same.
I’m Ariana Afrin Emo,a 21-year-old poet from Dhaka, Bangladesh. My poems reflect my personal journey, exploring themes like love, heartbreak, and self-discovery. I’m currently working on my collection, “Doesn’t Make Any Sense,” Writing is my way of expressing who I am and what I feel.