In the hush of morning light, they softly descend,Whispers of water on leaves, a tender blend.The earth awakens beneath their gentle touch,A symphony of droplets, saying so much.The sky weeps softly, a nurturing hand,Quenching the thirst of this parched land.Each drop a story, a tale untold,In the heart of the storm, warmth unfolds.Through the mist, the world finds new hues,A canvas of dreams, in silvery blues.The rain sings a song of renewal and grace,In its rhythm, we find solace and space.As the clouds part, and the sun peeks through,A rainbow arches, painting skies anew.In the dance of rain, life finds its way,A cycle of hope, a brand new day.