Gentle droplets kiss the ground,
In the hush of twilight’s embrace.
The English rain, a soft lullaby,
Sings tales of ancient grace.

Beneath the gray, an emerald sheen,
Gardens bloom in silent praise.
Each leaf dances in the mist,
To the rhythm of rainy days.

Pathways glisten, cobbles shine,
As memories float on the breeze.
The rain whispers secrets old and new,
In the language of the trees.

Hearts find solace in the downpour,
Dreams awaken with each drop.
The English rain, a timeless friend,
Whose song shall never stop.