Rain

In the calm of the sky blue sky,

Where the murmurs of mists live,

An orchestra starts, a delicate cradlesong,

As raindrops, similar to jewels, trust.

They slide, an expressive dance in the air,

Each note a bead, unadulterated and interesting,

Tapping delicately on the leaves,

Nature's mood that won't ever bamboozle.

A dance upon the parched ground,

A tune without a solitary sound,

Undulating puddles become a phase,

Where beads waltz, an immortal sage.

The earth moans, a thankful hug,

Extinguishing thirst with fluid effortlessness,

Petrichor rises, a fragrant song,

A melody of the downpour's sweet impulse.

In each drop, stories unfurl,

Of seas tremendous and waterways old,

An excursion from the sky to land,

Making stories in grains of sand.

So let the raindrops have their influence,

A sly show-stopper, a work of heart,

A dance of fluid jewels, interesting,

A gift from the mists, outstanding.