In the hush of morning light, it softly falls,
Dancing on rooftops, a gentle call.
Veils of mist embrace the land,
A tender touch from nature’s hand.
The streets glisten with a silver hue,
Footsteps echo in the quiet, anew.
Each drop a note in a timeless song,
Where memories and moments belong.
Gardens drink the sky’s sweet gift,
Leaves shimmer, and spirits lift.
Under umbrellas, stories unfold,
In whispered tales of warmth and cold.
The English rain, a soothing grace,
Draws a smile upon the face.
In its embrace, hearts find peace,
A gentle rhythm that never ceases.