Rainy Day

On a rainy day, when skies are grey,

And the droplets dance in their own way,

Nature's rhythm is set to play,

A melody that's here to stay.

Pitter-patter, goes the sound,

As the raindrops hit the ground,

Washing away all that's found,

A new canvas to be painted around.

The world around is fresh and new,

Glistening in the morning dew,

A sight that's pure and true,

One that's sure to leave you anew.

The air is filled with a fragrance rare,

Of petrichor and a fresh affair,

The breeze that moves without a care,

A symphony that's beyond compare.

So let the rain fall, let it pour,

As we watch from the windowsill,

For the rainy day's beauty, we adore,

A sight that's truly a thrill.