Poem: Rain

In the heavens above, a symphony begins,

A celestial orchestra, a prelude to the hymns.

Clouds gather, dark and full of grace,

As rain descends, a divine embrace.

Each droplet, a blessing from the skies,

A gentle touch, as the earth it baptizes.

The parched soil, yearning for relief,

Welcomes the rain, a source of belief.

The scent of petrichor, a sacred perfume,

Fills the air, as life starts to resume.

Flora and fauna, rejoice in the shower,

A testament to the Creator's power.

The rivers and streams, once shallow and weak,

Now surge with vigor, a new path they seek.

The mountains echo, a chorus of praise,

For the rain that nourishes, and life it raises.

In the quiet moments, when the storm subsides,

A rainbow arcs, a covenant that abides.

A reminder of hope, a promise divine,

That through the rain, blessings will shine.

So let us embrace, the rain's gentle kiss,

A source of life, a symbol of bliss.

For in each droplet, a divine blessing resides,

A gift from above, where love and grace abides.