The rain drifts down in silver threads,
It taps the roofs, it crowns the sheds.
It smooths the dust, it cools the ground,
A softer world in drops is found.
It gathers roots in secret streams,
It folds the sky in veiled dreams.
It whispers low, a gentle song,
That says we’ve been here all along.
It beads on leaves in shining lace,
Each droplet bright on nature’s face.
It bends the light to fleeting hue,
A rainbow born, then lost from view.
It drums on glass with steady hand,
A patient call across the land.
It slows the pulse, it clears the air,
And leaves the soul more light, more bare.
And when it fades, the silence stays,
A tender gift the storm conveys.
The earth recalls, serene and clear,
The touch of rain that drew it near.
So let it fall, both grave and kind,
A fleeting hymn for heart and mind.