Beneath the grey and misty skies, it falls,
A symphony of droplets on the ground,
The English rain, in soft and steady calls,
With every drop, a soothing, gentle sound.

It paints the streets in shades of deepened hue,
Each puddle holds a tale of skies so vast,
The world, transformed, in silver-coated blue,
As memories of rain-soaked days are cast.

The quiet whispers of the rain’s embrace,
A dance of nature, rhythmic and serene,
It brings a calm to life’s unending chase,
With every shower, a moment so pristine.

So let the English rain, in gentle grace,
Remind us of the beauty in the small,
For in its fall, we find a sacred space,
Where peace and quiet to our hearts can call.