Gentle whispers fall from the sky,In the quiet of night, they softly cry.Their song a lullaby, tender and sweet,A symphony of rhythms, the earth to greet.Each drop a memory of clouds above,Carrying tales of wander, of love.They dance on roof, on leaf, on stone,In their embrace, we are never alone.The earth drinks deeply, a nourishing sigh,Under this canopy, dreams can fly.In the heart of the storm, life renews,A canvas painted with vibrant hues.As dawn approaches, the rain subsides,Leaving behind a world that abides.A gentle reminder of nature’s grace,In every drop, a tender embrace.