In the embrace of a silent night,The rain begins its gentle dance.Each drop a whisper, soft and light,A lullaby of nature’s trance.

The leaves above begin to sing,A symphony of soothing tones.Every branch and every wingEchoes the rain’s calming moans.

Puddles form, a mirror’s grace,Reflecting skies of dreamy gray.The rain, a painter, leaves no traceOf sorrow in its gentle play.

In the warmth of candlelight,I watch the world in misty hues.The rain becomes my muse tonight,Inspiring dreams and thoughts anew.