Raindrops

In the delicate dance of raindrops,

Murmurs of nature's orchestra unfurl,

Each drop a story untold,

An excursion from sky to earth it wends.

Upon the leaves, they delicately land,

A fragile stroke, as though the hard way,

They extinguish the thirst of the earth beneath,

In a musical rhythm, they give.

In each drop, a reflection glimmers,

Of dreams, of expectations, of quiet shouts,

They convey the privileged insights of the skies,

In their plunge, where magnificence lies.

With each patter upon the ground,

A tune of life reverberates,

An indication of nature's beauty,

In each drop's delicate hug.

As they converge into streams little,

They structure a stream, a delicate call,

To join the waterways, the strong oceans,

In a perpetual cycle, they track down discharge.

So let us esteem the raindrops' melody,

For in their fall, we also have a place,

To the earth, to the sky, to the interminable stream,

In the dance of raindrops, our spirits develop.