Drops of Rain

In the quiet of the evening, a soft whisper starts,

As raindrops begin their gentle art.

Each drop a note in nature’s song,

A melody where hearts belong.

They patter on rooftops, a rhythmic embrace,

A dance of droplets in a tender grace.

Through leaves they weave, in delicate flight,

Turning the mundane into pure delight.

The world outside takes on a new hue,

Glistening beneath a sky so true.

Reflections of dreams in puddles below,

Where the heart and the rain in harmony flow.

With every drop, the earth seems to sigh,

As the storm clouds drift across the sky.

A symphony of nature, both wild and tame,

In every raindrop, there’s a whispered name.