The gentle murmur of the morning rain,
Soft whispers tap against my window pane.
A melody of droplets, calm and sweet,
Dancing lightly on the city’s quiet street.

Each silver tear from clouds above,
Nurtures earth with an embrace of love.
The scent of petrichor fills the air,
A soothing balm for all who care.

In this gray, a vibrant world awakes,
Green leaves glisten, the thirsty land partakes.
Nature’s symphony plays its timeless tune,
Beneath the gentle gaze of the silver moon.

Let us walk through this watery embrace,
Finding solace in the rain’s gentle grace.
For every storm brings a promise of clear skies,
As the rain washes away our silent cries.