I embody the rain,
a gentle percussion on the rooftop's terrain.
Each drop, a serenade,
slides down your window, a liquid cascade.
I gracefully glide
past the warm glow by your side,
the soft radiance of your lamp.
In the ambient hush, a poetic champ.
Clinging to the warmth you emit,
I embrace the journey, a transient visit.
Your fingertips press against the glass,
a tender touch in the liquid mass.
I linger, a moment frozen in time,
captured in the rhythm of a poetic rhyme.
Droplets dance in the celestial ballet,
a silent ballet on this tempestuous day.
But alas, my grip loosens, I slip away,
a transient waltz, a raindrop ballet.
In the ephemeral dance, a fleeting chance,
to touch your world, in this raindrop trance.