The sky weeps with gentle tears,
A melody of drops, a symphony appears,
Each patter on the roof, a soothing song,
Comfort in the storm, where we belong.

The earth awakens with each kiss,
From heaven’s clouds, a dance of bliss,
The fragrance of the rain, so pure,
Nature’s way to heal, to cure.

In the grey, we find our peace,
The world slows down, moments cease,
Beneath the shelter, stories unfold,
Warmth in the chill, memories hold.

The rainy season, a poet’s muse,
In every drop, inspiration we choose,
To see the beauty in the overcast,
Knowing these moments forever last.