The day grows dim, the sky a canvas grey,
Soft whispers of rain begin to play.
A symphony of droplets, each a note,
On leaves, on roofs, in puddles they float.

Gentle murmurs of nature’s lullaby,
As the world slows down, the hours drift by.
In the quiet, a peace so rare,
The rain sings songs beyond compare.

Each drop a memory, each splash a dream,
A dance of water in a rhythmic stream.
The earth drinks deep, its thirst to sate,
Life renewed by this liquid serenade.

Under the shelter, I find my calm,
Embraced by the rain’s soothing balm.
In this moment, time feels still,
As the rain falls with a gentle thrill.