Nature's Raindrop Beauty.

In cold embrace, the heavens weep,

Raindrops glisten, secrets they keep,

A symphony of nature's art,

In wintry whispers to impart.

Each droplet dances from the sky,

A liquid gem from way up high,

As if the stars shed tears of love,

To bless the earth from realms above.

They tap the ground with gentle grace,

A tender touch upon its face,

And frozen wonders start to thaw,

In nature's awe-inspiring draw.

The trees stand tall in silhouettes,

Their branches laden with regrets,

Yet, as the raindrops kiss their boughs,

They shed their sorrows and carouse.

A hush descends upon the land,

As raindrops weave their magic strand,

The air is crisp, the scent divine,

A fragrance from a distant pine.

In puddles forming 'neath my feet,

Reflections of the world complete,

A mirror to the swirling skies,

A glimpse of heaven in my eyes.

And as I stand midst cold and rain,

I feel a peace I can't explain,

For nature's beauty, pure and wild,

Awakens wonder in the child.

In raindrops falling from the blue,

I find a truth both old and new,

That beauty lies in every part,

From frozen rain to warmest heart.

So let the raindrops gently fall,

In cold weather, they enthrall,

And with each drop, let love increase,

As nature wraps us in its peace.