Gray whispers coat the city streets,
each droplet a memory, fleeting and sweet.
Underneath umbrellas, lives briefly meet,
sharing the solace of a rainy retreat.
In each plink against window glass,
a symphony of nature, unrivaled, amass.
A reminder in the storm's overcast,
that even the skies must sometimes weep, alas.
For in the heart of every downpour,
lies a cleansing, a renewal, and so much more.
So let the rain come, let it pour,
and in its rhythm, find solace once more.