In twilight’s gentle embrace, the skies weep,
A symphony of raindrops, secrets they keep.
Each droplet whispers tales of distant lands,
As they cascade, caressing the earth’s hands.

The rhythm of rain sings a lullaby’s tune,
Beneath the silver glow of a crescent moon.
Leaves quiver with joy in the soft, wet embrace,
Life’s music composed by nature’s grace.

Puddles form mirrors reflecting the sky,
A dance of colors where dreams softly lie.
Footsteps in water, a child’s playful cheer,
In the rain’s embrace, all worries disappear.

With the dawn’s light, the rain takes its leave,
Leaving behind a world that starts to breathe.
Blossoms bloom, and the earth sighs anew,
Thankful for the rain, and the morning dew.