Raindrops tap at my window - a gentle summons,
Playing a rhythm, a quiet melody for the soul.
They dance on the roof, in whispers and hums,
In each drop, a story, a memory unfolds.
The world outside, washed in a thousand shades of gray,
Finds its colors deepened, every hue kissed by rain.
And we, from behind the glass, watch the day
Become a canvas of reflections, joy mingled with pain.
For rainy days are not just water and chill,
But a pause, a breath, in life's relentless race.
They are moments when time seems to stand still,
And in each droplet, we might find grace.