In the quiet whispers of the evening sky,Raindrops descend like gentle lullabies,Each drop a note in nature’s serene song,Creating a symphony where souls belong.The earth embraces each silver tear,Quenching the thirst of dreams held dear,Puddles form mirrors reflecting the night,As rain paints the world in hues of light.Beneath the canopy of clouds, we stand,Feeling the rhythm of rain’s gentle hand,Awakening life in every hidden seed,In the dance of rain, hearts are freed.And as the storm whispers its final refrain,The sky clears, revealing stars once again,Yet in our hearts, the rain’s tender grace,Leaves an eternal trace, a sacred space.