In the quiet of the night, it starts to fall,
Raindrops dancing on the roof, a soothing call.
A symphony of nature's tears , a gentle stroke,
Rain , a hope , in every droplet spoke.
When the world is weary , burden by despair ,
Rain whispers softly , in the still, cool air.
It washes away the dust of life 's long road,
Renewing the spirit, lightining and heavy load.
Rainbows in the aftermath , a vivid smile,
A bridge from heaven to earth , mile by mile.
In the depths of darkness, it brings the dwan,
Rain, a hope, in every droplet stroke.
In parched earth, it's a promise, a lifeline thread,
A gift from above, where dreams have often tread.
To the farmer's heart, its a prayed answeranswered true,
Rain, a hope, in every shade of blue.
Glistening on leaves like nature's precious gem,
A respite for creatures, a gift for themthem.
In the city's rush , it slows us down,
Reminding us of nature's ethernal crown.
So let the rain come, let it wash away,
Our worries and fears , in the gentle sway.
For in its embrace, we find our scope,
In the tears of the sky, in rain , a boundless hope..