A Boy's Joyful Symphony

In a world washed by nature's tears,

A boy finds solace, letting go of fears.

With raindrops falling from the sky,

He embraces the storm, no reason to ask why.

Splashing in puddles, his laughter resounds,

As the rain cascades, a symphony surrounds.

Tiny rivers form, meandering down the street,

His spirit dances to the rhythm, oh so fleet.

With each drop, a new story unfurls,

As he twirls and spins, like a boy with no rules.

His eyes reflect the heavens' tears,

Yet his heart sings melodies, void of any jeers.

He raises his face, eyes to the gray,

Feeling the rain's touch, keeping gloom at bay.

In the misty downpour, he's alive and free,

A child of the rain, embracing its decree.

No umbrella shields him from the wet embrace,

For in rain's caress, he finds a sacred space.

Cleansed and renewed, in nature's gentle play,

He learns to dance with storms, come what may.

In the rhythm of the rain, his spirit soars,

As nature's beauty unveils its infinite stores.

With every droplet, a moment pure and sweet,

He finds joy in surrender, accepting life's fleet.

So, let the rain pour, let the boy be,

For in his play with rain, he sets his spirit free.

A symphony of laughter, an ode to delight,

In this watery world, he finds his inner light.