The sky weeps in gentle whispers,
Each drop a tale of long-lost dreams,
The earth hums in soft resistance,
To the symphony of the streams.

Puddles form like liquid mirrors,
Reflecting moments passed and gone,
Footsteps trace the fleeting hours,
As memories in rain are drawn.

Trees sway to the wind’s soft murmur,
Leaves dance in their wet ballet,
Nature’s chorus, ever soothing,
On this quiet, rainy day.

Hearts find peace in rhythmic patter,
Souls are cleansed by skies so gray,
In the calm of the storm’s chatter,
Dreams and hopes begin to play.