The clouds gather, whispering tales untold,
Each droplet dances, gentle and bold.
A symphony of patter on the roof sings,
As the earth weaves a tapestry of spring.
The streets glisten with mirrored skies,
Reflecting dreams in tearful eyes.
Beneath umbrellas, souls find grace,
In the quiet rhythm, a warm embrace.
Trees sway softly, in the breeze they sway,
Leaves shimmer in the soft light of day.
Puddles form like tiny seas,
Holding stories of the whispered breeze.
In this gentle embrace of rain’s song,
Hearts find solace where they belong.
A rainy day, a tender muse,
Painting the world in softened hues.