Pluviophile

Upon the canvas of the sky,

a tale unfolds,

Where clouds dance in whispers,

and dreams take hold.

With each gentle sigh, a story is spun,

As raindrops fall softly, under the watchful sun.

They patter on rooftops, a melodic refrain,

A symphony of nature, washing away pain.

In the rhythm of the rain, secrets are revealed,

As nature's tears cascade, on the verdant field.

They cleanse the earth with a tender touch,

Reviving the weary, comforting much.

In the language of rain, there's solace found,

A soothing embrace, in its gentle sound.

So let the rain fall, in its gentle grace,

A reminder of life, in its ever-changing pace.

For in each drop, a promise resides,

Of renewal and hope, as the storm abides.