Amidst the misty morning’s gentle sigh,
The rain begins its tender, soft descent.
Each droplet sings a lullaby to sky,
A melody where earth and heaven blend.

The cobblestones embrace the rain’s caress,
In whispers of a thousand tales untold.
The rhythm of the rain’s unending press,
A symphony in silver, grey, and gold.

Underneath the clouds, the world takes pause,
In quietude, the heart finds solace there.
The rain becomes a gentle, guiding cause,
To wash away the weight of worldly care.

So let the English rain’s embrace be near,
Its gentle touch a balm for weary soul.
In every drop, a promise to endear,
As nature’s tears make broken spirits whole.