In the gentle cascade of rain’s soft sigh,Where droplets dance on leaves and ground,There lies a symphony of love’s sweet cry,In every pitter-patter, true hearts are found.The sky weeps softly in tender embrace,As if the heavens mourn, yet celebrate,Each drop a whisper, a lover’s trace,Binding souls in destiny’s delicate fate.Under the shelter of an ancient oak,We find refuge from the storm’s gentle kiss,Our words are few, yet with love bespoke,In the rain’s embrace, we find our bliss.As the clouds part to reveal the sun,The rainbows arch in colors bright,Our hearts entwined, two become one,In the aftermath of love’s gentle light.