The Symphony of Raindrops

In the rhythm of a gentle fall,
Nature's tears begin to call,
A symphony of raindrops' grace,
Soft percussion upon Earth's embrace.

Each raindrop like a tiny note,
In the melody that raindrops wrote,
A song of life that fills the air,
A dance of droplets everywhere.

On leaves, they dance in sweet delight,
A waltz upon a canvas bright,
A symphony of raindrops' art,
A soothing balm to heal the heart.

With every drop that finds its way,
Upon the ground, a soothing sway,
A lullaby for sleepy blooms,
A kiss of life in nature's rooms.

In puddles formed, reflections gleam,
In rain's embrace, a dreamlike theme,
A symphony of nature's tears,
A tender touch to quench our fears.

In rain's refrain, we find release,
A moment of serene peace,
The symphony of raindrops' flight,
A gift of nature's sweet respite.

So let us listen to the sound,
Of raindrops' song upon the ground,
A symphony that softly weeps,
And in its music, nature keeps.