In the soft embrace of the English rain,
Whispers of clouds drift silently by,
Gentle patter on windowpanes,
A lullaby sung from the sky.

Cobblestones glisten with tales untold,
As droplets weave their ancient lore,
Each splash a story, each puddle a world,
In the quiet rhythm of a soft downpour.

Beneath gray skies, the earth breathes anew,
Awakening life in every leaf and stone,
A symphony of nature, ever true,
In the rain’s touch, I find I’m not alone.

In the dance of rain, time slows its pace,
Moments stretch in liquid grace,
And in this serene, reflective space,
I find solace in the rain’s gentle embrace.