The English rain whispers soft and mild,
A lullaby for the restless mind,
Dancing on rooftops with a tender touch,
In the quiet of a gray afternoon sky.

Each drop a note in nature’s symphony,
Weaving tales of distant lands,
Where dreams sail on a gentle breeze,
And time seems to gently stand.

Beneath the clouds, the earth breathes slow,
Embraced by the misty, gentle hue,
As the rain sketches its fleeting art,
On leaves and petals kissed anew.

In this tranquil, rain-kissed world,
Hope and solace intertwine,
For in the gentle fall of an English rain,
Lies a beauty, pure and divine.