Whispers of the Rain 💧🌧️🌦️🌈
The sky is draped in silver-gray,
Soft clouds drift and fade away.
A hush before the first drop falls,
Then whispers echo through the halls.
The rooftops dance in rhythmic tune,
A melody beneath the moon.
Puddles shimmer, rivers weave,
As leaves embrace the tears they grieve.
The air is thick with earthy scent,
A gift from skies so kindly lent.
Windows mist with stories told,
Of secrets shared and hands to hold.
Beneath the storm, the world unwinds,
A moment’s pause for restless minds.
For in the rain, the heart is free,
To dream, to heal, to simply be.












