When silver droplets kiss the thirsty ground,
The earth awakens with a soft embrace;
A symphony of whispers all around,
As nature sings of beauty and of grace.
The trees stand tall, adorned in glistening tears,
Each leaf a chalice, catching heaven's gift;
While puddles form, reflecting all our fears,
In every ripple, sorrow's shadows lift.
Yet in this tempest, calm we often find,
As raindrops dance upon the windowpane;
They wash away the burdens of the mind,
Transforming all our troubles into gain.
So let the rain descend, let spirits soar,
For in its melody, we learn to love more.
