Raindrops

Raindrops dance on the windowpane,

A soft symphony in nature’s refrain.

Whispers of silver in twilight’s embrace,

Each droplet a story, a moment, a trace.

They twirl and they spin, like dreams in the air,

Painting the world with a delicate care.

Puddles reflect the sky’s gray hue,

Mirrors of life, ever fresh, ever new.

In the hush of the storm, a calm settles in,

As earth drinks the bounty, where life can begin.

In the rhythm of rain, we all can belong.

For in each gentle drop, there’s magic at play.