In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Raindrops dance on rooftops, a soft serenade,
Whispers of secrets in their delicate trace,
A melody woven as daylight fades.

The clouds gather, a somber choir’s call,
Each drop a note in nature’s symphony,
Upon the earth, their gentle tears fall,
A lullaby of tranquility.

Puddles form, mirrors to the stormy sky,
Reflecting dreams in their shimmering pools,
Silent echoes of the clouds passing by,
In their depths, a world of stories unfurls.

As the rain weaves its threads through the night,
A tapestry of peace, soft and profound,
In its embrace, the world finds respite,
Cradled gently in its soothing sound.