In the gentle hush of twilight’s embrace,
Rain begins its tender descent,
Each drop a note in nature’s song,
A melody of peace and lament.

Silver beads adorn the leaves,
Dancing in the evening’s glow,
A symphony of whispers soft,
As the world begins to slow.

Puddles form, reflections gleam,
Of clouds that wander high,
The earth drinks deep the gift of rain,
Underneath the weeping sky.

And as the storm departs the night,
A fragrant calm remains,
The rain, a fleeting memory,
Etched in the heart’s domains.