Beneath the grey and silver sky,
The rain begins its gentle sigh.
Each drop a kiss from clouds above,
A message sent with tender love.

Streets glisten in the muted light,
As raindrops dance with pure delight.
Puddles form where children play,
In this soft, enchanted day.

The whispers of the English rain,
Sing songs of joy, of loss, of pain.
A symphony of nature’s tune,
Beneath the pale and watchful moon.

In every droplet’s silent fall,
Lies the beauty of it all.
A world refreshed, anew, reborn,
With the promise of the dawn.