The rain whispers secrets to the earth below,
Each drop a tale of distant lands and dreams,
It kisses leaves with tender, gentle touch,
And dances on the rooftops with gleams.

In the quiet of the storm, a symphony,
Of nature’s tears and joyful drops combined,
The world beneath in reverent silence waits,
To hear the stories in the rain defined.

The scent of earth, awakened and alive,
The freshness of the air, a gift divine,
The rain, a poet in the skies above,
Writes verses on the world in every line.

And when the storm retreats, and skies are clear,
The earth is left to ponder and to dream,
The rain, a fleeting muse, departs in grace,
Leaving behind a world that’s more serene.