The Dance Of Raindrops

In skies adorned with grayish hue,

A spectacle unfolds, both old and new.

The dance begins, a mesmerizing show,

As raindrops fall, their graceful flow.

From clouds they descend, in silence they glide,

Each droplet unique, on a delicate ride.

With purpose and poise, they make their way,

Creating patterns on surfaces they sway.

Tap, tap, tap, on rooftops they drum,

A symphony of rhythm, the beat of the thrum.

Whispering secrets on windowpanes,

Painting tales of nature's gentle reigns.

They kiss the leaves, with tender touch,

Reviving nature's palette, oh so much.

Glistening gems on petals they rest,

Enhancing colors, by nature's behest.

In puddles they gather, a mirror so clear,

Reflecting the world, crystal and sheer.

Each ripple a ripple, a fleeting glance,

As raindrops waltz, in their liquid dance.

They join the streams, flowing as one,

A river's embrace, under the setting sun.

Merging with oceans, a vast expanse,

Their journey complete, in nature's dance.

Oh, raindrops, enchanting and free,

Your beauty inspires, for all to see.

In your descent, a moment's delight,

A symphony of grace, in the dark of night.

So let us cherish your elegant flight,

The magic you bring, in the soft moonlight.

For in your dance, we find solace and peace,

A reminder of nature's gentle release.