In the quiet of the evening, they descend,
Gentle whispers in the breeze they send.
Each drop a story, each splash a song,
The rain’s soft rhythm, it carries along.

Underneath the silver sky, they twirl,
Like tiny dancers, they unfurl.
On leaves and petals, they softly land,
Bringing life to the thirsty land.

The streets glisten with their fleeting kiss,
A fleeting moment of pure bliss.
Puddles form, reflecting dreams,
In the rain’s embrace, the world redeems.

As night descends, their dance slows,
A lullaby that nature bestows.
In every drop, a world unseen,
The rain’s gentle touch, so serene.