In the quiet dance of falling rain,
Whispers echo through the night,
A gentle symphony, soft and plain,
Bringing dreams to the edge of light.

Each drop a story, a fleeting tale,
Of distant skies and unseen lands,
Embracing earth with a tender veil,
In nature’s gentle, soothing hands.

Petrichor rises from the ground,
A scent of life, of hope reborn,
In every droplet, peace is found,
In the gentle breath of dawn.

Listen close to the rain’s sweet song,
A melody of love and grace,
In its embrace, we all belong,
In the heart of nature’s gentle space.