In the quiet hush of a cloudy morn,
Raindrops dance with a gentle grace,
Whispering secrets in rhythms worn,
Painting the world in a watery lace.

Each droplet tells a story untold,
Of journeys from the sky to the earth,
In silver streams, their tales unfold,
Bringing life and a sense of rebirth.

The scent of rain on thirsty ground,
Awakens dreams that lie in wait,
As nature’s symphony wraps around,
We find solace in its gentle state.

With every patter, a soothing song,
A lullaby for the wandering soul,
In the embrace of rain, we belong,
Finding peace as the heavens console.