Why We Secretly Love Rainy Days

Raindrops tap on the windowpane,

A quiet hymn of gentle rain.

The streets grow soft, the colors blur,

A lullaby the skies confer.

It slows the rush, it calms the heat,

A silver song so soft, so sweet.

With every drop, the world feels new,

It heals the cracks we never knew.

Perhaps we love the rain because,

It speaks the words the heart once was.

A fleeting kiss from clouds above,

A gentle storm that feels like love.

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