When clouds converge in a somber ballet,
The heavens weep their silvery tears,
Each droplet sings a lullaby,
To the earth that patiently hears.

Upon rooftops and window panes,
The rhythm of rain begins to play,
A melody of nature’s grace,
That washes all our fears away.

Beneath the canopy of gray,
The world is cloaked in a tranquil trance,
The scent of rain, a sweet bouquet,
Invites the heart to dance.

In the aftermath, the earth renewed,
With colors vibrant and spirits high,
The rain departs, a cherished muse,
Leaving a rainbow in the sky.