The Sound of Rain
Little drops, falling from the clouds, drifting down from the sky.
Little drops, traveling together, bound by silence as they fall, leaving home behind.
Little drops, gathering, growing, crackling softly against the rooftops.
And we sit here, wrapped in the warmth of home, listening to raindrops falling, like music from the sky.
While those little drops settle into puddles, sharing whispers of their journey. And all we can hear is the sound of rain.













