Whispers Of The Rain

In the soft embrace of monsoon's grace,

I find solace in rain's gentle trace.

A girl who loves each drop that falls,

A symphony of nature's soothing calls.

Raindrops fall like whispered dreams,

On windowpanes, painting silver streams.

I watch them dance, a liquid ballet,

A mesmerizing rhythm, come what may.

With a cup of tea held close to my heart,

I cherish this moment, never to depart.

Rain's melody, a lullaby of the soul,

As raindrops and tea blend to make me whole.

The wind's embrace, a gentle hug,

As rain and breeze weave a tranquil rug.

I stand as witness to nature's sweet romance,

Lost in the monsoon's enchanting dance.

Each raindrop holds a story untold,

Of dreams and wishes, secrets to behold.

I sip my tea, a warmth within,

One with the rain, as the journey begins.

So here I stand, in rain's tender embrace,

A girl who loves each raindrop's grace.

With tea in hand and heart at ease,

I become one with the wind and the rain's gentle tease.