In the hush of morning’s gentle mist,
The English rain begins to play,
A symphony of whispers kissed,
Upon the earth, in soft array.

It dances on the cobblestone,
A rhythmic, tender lullaby,
Each droplet sings a note alone,
Yet forms a chorus in the sky.

Through ancient trees and blooming heather,
The rain weaves tales of yesteryears,
Binding land and sky together,
With each drop, a story appears.

Embrace the calm, the quiet reign,
As clouds release their gentle sigh,
In the heart of England’s rain,
Find peace beneath the weeping sky.