In the hush of twilight, raindrops softly fall,
A symphony of nature's tender call.
Each drop a whisper on parched earth's skin,
Awakening scents of petrichor within.
Gentle rhythms on windowpanes play,
Echoing dreams of a tranquil ballet.
Leaves shimmer in the soft, silvery light,
Drenched in a veil of the cool, misty night.
In puddles, reflections mirror the sky,
As heavens weep and earthly realms sigh.
The world bathes in a cleansing embrace,
Washing away worries, leaving no trace.
With each drop, a melody is born,
A lullaby for souls weathered and worn.
In the embrace of rain's soothing grace,
About the Creator
Abbas
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