Whispers from the Rain.



In a world of gray, where skies weep and sigh,

The rain descends, a symphony in the sky.

Droplets dance upon leaves, a delicate ballet,

As nature's tears cascade in a rhythmic display.

With each gentle patter on the windowpane,

The world awakens, refreshed from its mundane.

The earth drinks deeply, thirsty for its embrace,

Quenching the soul's longing with every droplet's grace.

Whispers from the rain, a soothing lullaby,

They paint the world with colors, as clouds pass by.

They wash away sorrows, cleanse worries and strife,

Creating a canvas anew, a rebirth of life.

The rhythm of the rain, a gentle serenade,

Echoing through the streets and the quiet glade.

It whispers secrets to the earth, a sacred song,

A melody of tears, healing all that's gone wrong.

Puddles mirror the heavens, a reflection so deep,

They hold the dreams and wishes we silently keep.

As we dance in the rain, shedding worries like skin,

We find solace and freedom, as the storm carries in.

So let the rain fall, an orchestra from above,

Cleansing the world, embracing with tender love.

In its gentle touch, we find solace and peace,

A reminder that storms bring blessings, never cease.

For in the tears of heaven, a promise does lie,

Of growth, of renewal, as dark clouds pass by.

Whispers from the rain, they speak of hope untold,

A symphony of grace, as life's stories unfold.