In the hush of dawn’s early light,
Raindrops weave their gentle song,
Dancing upon leaves with a tender touch,
A melody of whispers, soft yet strong.

Silver threads from the heavens fall,
Nurturing the earth with each caress,
A lullaby sung to the sleeping soil,
Promising renewal, a quiet promise.

Clouds gather, a quilt in the sky,
Blanketing the world in a serene gray,
Each drop a note in nature’s symphony,
Harmonizing with the rhythm of day.

The air is sweet with petrichor’s scent,
A reminder of life’s gentle, endless cycle,
Rain, the artist of landscapes and moods,
Painting the world with a brush so vital.