The rain whispers secrets to the earth,
Each droplet a tale of distant skies.
Softly, it falls, an endless rebirth,
Quenching the thirst where the dry land lies.

Pitter-patter, it sings a gentle song,
A lullaby for the weary and worn.
Through the night, it lingers long,
A promise of dawn, a new morn.

Silver threads weave through the air,
Connecting hearts beneath its gaze.
In its embrace, we find we care,
Lost in the mist, in a dreamy haze.

When the storm has had its say,
And the clouds begin to part,
The world is new in the light of day,
With rain-kissed hope in every heart.