Beneath the gray, a gentle song,
The patter of rain, a soothing throng.
Each drop a note, a calming rhyme,
A symphony in the hands of time.

The earth inhales the fragrant air,
As clouds release their burdens there.
A dance of mist upon the ground,
Where dreams and reality are unbound.

Puddles form in playful glee,
Reflecting skies so wild and free.
Children splash with laughter bright,
In the gentle wash of morning light.

Beneath umbrellas, stories told,
As warmth and comfort hearts enfold.
A rainy day, a gentle friend,
Where peace and solace softly blend.