Rain Writes Walls

The rain remembers names upon the stones.
Every drop is a damp page.
Memory weaves lost voices into the ground.
Before the sound gets lost in the mud.
The memory of rain becomes paper.
On its surface, a map of new routes is born.
The future of walls is written with shining drops.
A water alphabet that does not dry up.
The walls listen, ready to change their face.
They let themselves be inscribed by wet words.
Every stroke becomes a window onto time.
The city breathes in a rhythm of rain.
When the rain falls silent, the trace remains.
The sheet dissolves, but the writing persists.
The walls, renewed, welcome the future.
And tomorrow takes shape among drops and stones.