Rain

In whispers soft, the raindrops fall,  

A silver serenade, nature's call.  

Each droplet dances on thirsty ground,  

A gentle balm where life is found.  

The farmers wait with hopeful hearts,  

As heaven's tears play vital parts.  

With every splash, their spirits soar,  

The promise of harvest, rich and more.  

The emerald blades in waves do sway,  

As rain's embrace turns night to day.  

Each leaf, a canvas, painted bright,  

Reflects the dreams of day and night.  

In fields where weary shadows dwelled,  

The vibrant visions are now upheld.  

For every seed, a story weaves,  

In rhythmic drops, the earth believes.  

The rivers rise, their voices swell,  

In liquid lullabies, secrets tell.  

In pools of silver, frogs take flight,  

Their croaking chorus adds to the night.  

The flowers bloom, their colors burst,  

From rain’s refresh, we see them first.  

Each petal kisses the cooling air,  

In raindrops’ rhythm, a life laid bare.  

Ode to the rain, the life it gives,  

Through every storm, the promise lives.  

With nature’s tears, all beings thrive,  

In rhythmic hope, we feel alive.