The rain falls softly on the cobblestone streets,
A gentle symphony of whispers and beats.
The sky, a canvas painted in gray,
Embraces the earth in a misty array.

Each droplet dances in the cool, crisp air,
A ballet of nature with tender care.
Leaves glisten with a silvery sheen,
In the quiet embrace of the serene.

Puddles form, reflecting the world above,
Mirroring the clouds, the trees, the doves.
Footsteps splash in playful delight,
As children laugh and hearts take flight.

The English rain, so gentle and kind,
Brings peace and calm to the wandering mind.
A soothing balm for the wearied soul,
In its embrace, we become whole.