Beneath the silver sky, the rain descends,
A soothing lullaby, where sorrow ends.
Each droplet tells a tale, of distant lands,
Of dreams and whispered secrets, held in hands.

The world awakens, fresh with every drop,
A symphony of life, that cannot stop.
The leaves rejoice, in nature’s gentle kiss,
And rivers dance, in perfect, endless bliss.

Through misty veils, the rain begins to weave,
A tapestry of hope, for hearts that grieve.
It washes clean the scars of yesterdays,
And brings forth light, in soft, renewing rays.

So let the rain fall, let it softly sing,
For in its gentle touch, new life will spring.
Embrace the storm, for in its tender grace,
We find the strength to face another day.