Upon the gentle whisper of the rain,
A symphony begins its mellow tune,
The earth embraces every gentle drop,
In quiet rhythm under the silver moon.
The leaves sway softly to the melody,
Each droplet tells a tale from the sky,
The scent of earth, a sweet, intoxicating balm,
As nature breathes a gentle, contented sigh.
Puddles form like mirrors on the ground,
Reflecting dreams of clouds adrift,
Children dance with laughter in their eyes,
In this world where joy is natureâs gift.
As the rain paints stories on our hearts,
The world is wrapped in a tender embrace,
The season whispers secrets in the breeze,
And we find solace in its gentle grace.