In gentle whispers, the sky descends,
Soft patter of droplets, a dance begins.
Curtains of silver weave through the air,
Embracing the earth with tender care.

The scent of petrichor, a sweet refrain,
Awakens the soul, relieves all pain.
Each drop a story, a timeless song,
In the heart of the storm, where we belong.

Rivers of memories carve their way,
Through fields and forests, they gently sway.
The symphony of rain, a calming grace,
Bringing life to every hidden place.

As clouds gather in their gentle fold,
A tapestry of dreams begins to unfold.
In the embrace of rain, we find our peace,
A moment of stillness, a sweet release.