In the gentle embrace of the morning mist,
Raindrops dance upon the leaves,
A symphony of secrets softly kissed,
As nature breathes and deeply grieves.

Each droplet tells a story of old,
Whispered to the earth below,
Tales of warmth and tales of cold,
In the rhythm of the rain’s gentle flow.

Beneath the gray and silver skies,
The world transforms in subtle ways,
A tender lullaby that never lies,
In the quiet of these rainy days.

Let the rain wash away the past,
As puddles form like fleeting dreams,
In the tender moments that ever last,
Where everything is not as it seems.