In the whisper of the evening breeze,
The clouds gather, a silent tease,
A promise of a gentle serenade,
As the sky begins to fade.

The first drop, a lone pioneer,
Falls with grace, crystal clear,
Soon joined by a thousand friends,
As the symphony of rain descends.

Each droplet sings a unique tune,
Harmonizing under the pale moon,
Dancing on leaves, tapping on panes,
A melody in nature’s veins.

The earth drinks the sweet refrain,
Embracing the gift of rain,
A cycle of life, pure and true,
Renewing the world, as it always knew.