Under the silver-gray canopy,
Where whispers ride the wind,
The rain begins its symphony,
A song where hearts transcend.

Soft patters on the windowpane,
Like a lover’s gentle sigh,
Each droplet tells a tale of pain,
And dreams that touch the sky.

The earth drinks in the melody,
A dance of tears and grace,
While shadows weave a tapestry,
In nature’s warm embrace.

As night unfolds its velvet cloak,
The rain’s serenade persists,
In every beat, a promise spoke,
Of dawn’s awaiting kiss.