Rainfall's Whisper
"Every raindrop is a note in the symphony of life, played on the strings of nature, composing the melody of growth and renewal."
I walk where shadows blend with light,
Under the weeping of the sky,
Where rain does more than downward flight,
It sings a song that does not die.
The heavens weep, and as they do,
The earth, she drinks her fill of grace,
Each drop a note in nature's choir,
A soft lament, a wet embrace.
In this cascade, the world is new,
The trees in silent reverence stand,
For rain, the artist, with its hue,
Paints landscapes with an unseen hand.
What dreams have come, what dreams have fled?
In rain, the past and future join,
It whispers secrets of the dead,
And tells of life's eternal coin.
Come gather 'round, ye weary souls,
And let the rain your burdens share,
It mends the heart, it fills the holes,
In its embrace, find solace there.
For every tear the sky does shed,
It's not despair, but love's refrain,
The earth is kissed, the skies are wed,
In gentle, falling, endless rain.
