In the gentle murmur of the falling rain,
Whispers of secrets, softly spoken,
Each drop a note in nature’s refrain,
A melody of dreams, never broken.

Beneath the clouds, the world turns gray,
Yet beauty thrives in the subtle gloom,
A dance of droplets in a delicate ballet,
Nurturing life, in their tender womb.

Pavements glisten with a silvery sheen,
Mirroring skies of muted hue,
In the quiet moments, a serene scene,
The rain’s embrace, a gentle renew.

Echoes of rain on windowpanes,
A rhythmic lullaby, soothing the soul,
In English rain, no sorrow remains,
For in its touch, we find our whole.