Nature's Melancholic Muse

In whispered murmurs, raindrops descend,

A silent orchestra, nature's blend.

Each drop a poem, in liquid verse,

A tranquil tale, a universe.

Through woods and meadows, they softly roam,

In whispers heard, but seldom shown.

In quiet glades, where secrets hide,

They paint the landscape, far and wide.

They kiss the earth with gentle grace,

In a timeless dance, they interlace.

Each droplet, like a diamond's gleam,

Reflecting stars in a cosmic dream.

In this quiet symphony, where shadows meet,

Nature's poetry finds its beat.

A rhythm ancient, yet ever new,

In the rain's embrace, we find our cue.

So let us wander in the rain's embrace,

In Robert Frost's enchanted space.

Where woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

And promises of new beginnings keep.