On rainy days, the world seems to sigh,
A soft, murmured whisper under the sky.
Streets gleam like rivers of silver light,
And shadows dance, in the absence of night.
Each drop a melody, a sweet, forgotten song,
Telling tales of where all moments belong.
In this gentle downpour, hearts may find,
A peace, a solace, a pause in time.
So let the rain fall, let it wash away,
The dust of yesterday, shaping today.
For in each droplet, there’s life anew,
Rainy days, a canvas of the world’s renew.