Morning Rain

In the morning, raindrops fall,

Creating a whimsical, watery sprawl.

The world outside wears a misty veil,

A delightful scene, a rainy morning tale.

Pitter-patter on rooftops, a playful beat,

Nature's orchestra, oh, how sweet!

Umbrellas pop open, colors bright,

Raincoat-clad figures, a vibrant sight.

Splashing in puddles, with childlike glee,

Laughter and joy, so wild and free.

The gray skies above can't dampen the fun,

As raindrops dance, and the day's begun.

The earth drinks deeply, thirsty and glad,

Quenching its thirst, no longer sad.

Flowers and trees, refreshed and alive,

Blossoms unfurl, as raindrops arrive.

In cozy cafés, conversations ignite,

Mugs of hot cocoa, a warm delight.

Books and blankets, a perfect match,

Snuggled up, immune to the rain's dispatch.

Pets with wet noses, wagging their tails,

Exploring the wet world, without any fails.

Their wet pawprints, a mark of delight,

Leaving trails of joy, as they roam in the light.

The rain becomes art on windows so clear,

Droplets unite, like a mosaic so dear.

Patterns emerge, as they slowly race,

A watery masterpiece, a visual embrace.

So let the rain pour, let it sprinkle and pour,

For a rainy morning brings treasures galore.

Embrace the wetness, with a joyful grin,

And let the rain's magic seep deep within.