The First Rain

In the realm of skies, a tale begins,

As clouds embrace the sun's warm grins.

A dance of droplets, their journey takes flight,

The first rain descends, pure and bright.

A symphony of pitter-patter resounds,

Nature's orchestra, a melody abounds.

With each gentle touch upon the earth's domain,

Life awakens, rejoicing in the first rain.

The thirsty soil, it yearns and dreams,

Of liquid love, to quench its streams.

Seeds hidden deep, stir and awake,

To greet the water's touch, for heaven's sake.

Leaves stretch their arms, like dancers in glee,

Diamonds of water, they gracefully free.

The scent of petrichor fills the air,

An aromatic gift, beyond compare.

In the meadows and fields, colors ignite,

As flowers bloom, bathed in the light.

The first rain, a painter's brush so divine,

Strokes vibrant hues, like rare vintage wine.

Creatures of the earth, from burrows they peep,

As droplets fall softly, their slumber they keep.

For in this celestial downpour's art,

All find solace, a replenishing restart.

Oh, first rain, your magic unfolds,

A blessing from heavens, a story retold.

In your embrace, hearts find a tune,

And nature rejoices 'neath the silver moon.

With every drop that kisses the ground,

A new beginning is readily found.

The first rain, a symbol of hope and rebirth,

An eternal cycle, spinning its mirth.

Thus, let us cherish this celestial grace,

As we witness the first rain's embrace.

For in this dance of earth and skies,

Love's essence falls, to open our eyes.