Softly falls the gentle rain, a melody of night,Whispering secrets to the earth, in the pale moonlight.Each drop a tender kiss upon the waiting ground,A symphony of quietude, where peace is found.In the dance of droplets, stories are softly spun,Of distant dreams and echoes, where journeys have begun.The leaves sway to the rhythm, a gentle, swaying song,Embracing every teardrop that has traveled far and long.The scent of rain awakens the sleeping earth below,A fresh embrace of life, where new beginnings grow.The sky weeps silver tears, yet smiles with every fall,In the heart of silence, where nature hears its call.Amidst the tranquil shower, the world seems to pause,Eternal in its beauty, without need for applause.The rain writes its poetry on every leaf and stone,In its gentle presence, we are never truly alone.