In the gentle dance of falling drops,Stories of old begin to unfold,The grey skies weave their silent song,As the earth listens, calm and bold.
Each droplet carries whispers soft,Echoing secrets of distant hills,In the cool embrace of morning mist,A tranquil peace the heart fulfills.
Pebbles glisten in muted light,Paths adorned with nature’s sheen,The world wrapped in a silvery cloak,Where dreams and reality convene.
In the English rain, a solace found,A timeless symphony of warmth and chill,The heart beats to its steady rhythm,In harmony with nature’s will.