In the hush of dawn, the raindrops cease,
A symphony of silence, a gentle release.
The clouds part ways, revealing the light,
Nature's canvas adorned, a celestial sight.
Each droplet's journey, a dance in the air,
A ballet suspended, a fleeting affair.
The storm may roar, but it cannot stay,
For the sun emerges, chasing clouds away.
In the aftermath, a world reborn,
The earth adorned in a dew-kissed morn.
Petrichor whispers tales of the rain,
A fragrant reminder, washing away pain.
So let storms pass, embrace the calm,
In life's tempests, find a soothing balm.
For after the rain, new possibilities sprout,
A canvas of hope, without a doubt.
In the quiet aftermath, let joy reclaim,
The sunlit promise after the rain.
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Serena Smikle
Serena is a versatile writer who weaves magic with every stroke of the keyboard, with an unquenchable passion for storytelling, capturing emotions in poems, distilling wisdom in quotes, and crafting immersive narratives in novels.
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This was so magnificent. Loved your poem!