When rain whispers secrets to the earth,
Soft murmurs in the cool, damp air,
Each drop a tale from skies above,
A symphony of love and despair.

The patter on the rooftops sings,
A lullaby for weary souls,
The world in grey, yet full of life,
As nature’s tears help make us whole.

Beneath the clouds, the flowers drink,
They bow in grace, then rise anew,
The rain, a gift, a gentle touch,
That brings forth colors fresh and true.

So let the rain embrace your heart,
And cleanse the sorrows deep within,
For in each drop lies hope reborn,
A chance to start, to once again begin.