In the hush of night, the rain begins to fall,
Each drop a note in nature’s gentle call.
A symphony that whispers through the leaves,
A melody that only the heart believes.

The world outside is bathed in silver light,
As raindrops dance and shimmer in the night.
Their rhythm soothes the weary, restless soul,
A tranquil balm that makes the spirit whole.

Through the window, I watch the world outside,
In every drop, a universe resides.
The rain, a painter with a fleeting brush,
Creates a masterpiece in twilight’s hush.

In this serene and quiet, moonlit hour,
The rain bestows its gentle, healing power.
A moment’s peace, a timeless, sweet refrain,
The heart finds solace in the song of rain.