Under the grey, we hear the whispers,
The soft embrace of a melancholic day,
Each drop a story, a silent listener,
In the dance of clouds, we fade away.

Beneath the canopy of somber skies,
Dreams drift like leaves in autumn’s hold,
The rain, a curtain for our quiet sighs,
As tales of love and loss unfold.

Through misty windows, we glimpse the past,
Reflections in the puddles on the street,
Memories, like raindrops, fall so fast,
In every tear, a bittersweet retreat.

Embraced by shadows, the world feels still,
The rain a song, a lullaby so deep,
It washes pain, yet leaves a chill,
In rainy days, our secrets keep.