Beneath the silver-laden sky, the rain begins to fall,
Each drop a whispered secret, a story to recall.
The world becomes a canvas, painted in hues of gray,
As nature’s tears descend, washing sorrow away.

The rhythm of the rainfall, a gentle, soothing song,
Lulls the weary heart, where memories belong.
Each splash upon the pavement, a melody so pure,
A symphony of solace, in the rain’s embrace, we’re sure.

The rain upon the rooftops, a tale of fleeting time,
Reminds us of the moments, both bitter and sublime.
In every drop, a fragment of the past we once knew,
A reminder of the love that in our hearts, still grew.

And as the rain subsides, and sunlight breaks the gloom,
The earth awakens, vibrant, in a breath of bloom.
The melancholy fades, but the memory remains,
Of a symphony eternal, in the soft, falling rains.