In the hush of twilight’s gentle grace,
The rain begins its soft embrace.
A symphony of drops that fall,
Serenading nature’s call.

Each bead of rain, a tale to tell,
Of distant lands where dreams do dwell.
A melancholic melody it sings,
As it dances on the wind’s wings.

Beneath the storm, the earth renews,
In every drop, a life ensues.
The tender touch of rain’s caress,
Brings forth the green, the purest bless.

And as the storm begins to wane,
A tranquil hush replaces rain.
The world, now bathed in nature’s song,
Awaits the dawn, refreshed and strong.