The sky weeps in gentle whispers,
Each drop a tale of distant lands,
As thunder rolls with ancient echoes,
The earth receives with open hands.
Beneath the canopy of clouds,
Nature breathes a sigh of grace,
Green hues deepen, life awakened,
In the tender, cool embrace.
Puddles form like silver mirrors,
Reflecting dreams of days gone by,
While the rhythm of the rainfall,
Dances in the night sky.
In the heart of the rainy season,
Peace and solace softly blend,
A lullaby of liquid whispers,
Until the storm’s sweet end.