Beneath the gray and whispering sky,
The raindrops dance, they fall and fly.
Upon the silent streets they play,
And turn the gloom to softest grey.

Each drop a tale, a song, a dream,
That flows within the river’s stream.
They kiss the leaves, they touch the ground,
And weave a symphony profound.

The thunder’s roar, the lightning’s flash,
Herald the rain’s triumphant dash.
Yet in its wake, a calm descends,
As nature’s gentle hand extends.

When rain departs, the earth will gleam,
And life resumes as in a dream.
But in the heart, the memory stays,
Of rain that danced on quiet days.