In the hush of twilight's gentle embrace,
Whispers of raindrops paint a liquid grace.
A symphony on rooftops, a dance in the air,
Nature's percussion, a melody rare.
Silver threads descend from the somber sky,
A lullaby for earth, a tranquil sigh.
Each drop a poet, crafting verses in flight,
Stories of the clouds, weaving tales of the night.
Puddles ripple with tales left untold,
A liquid tapestry, secrets unfold.
Leaves adorned in jewels, glistening bright,
A celestial ballet, a captivating sight.
Rain, the artist, with brushes unseen,
Strokes the canvas, a world washed clean.
A serenade of droplets, a soothing refrain,
Nature's poetry, written in the rain.
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Serena Smikle
Serena is a versatile writer who weaves magic with every stroke of the keyboard, with an unquenchable passion for storytelling, capturing emotions in poems, distilling wisdom in quotes, and crafting immersive narratives in novels.
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Comments (1)
This was such a wonder tribute to the rain! I loved it!