Rain falls like a thousand soft whispers,
Each drop a secret from the sky;
They gather on windows, in rivulets they converse,
Murmuring tales too quiet for the eye.
Pavements painted in shimmering sheens,
Trees dance, glistening, in the gentlest of cleans,
And the world, for a moment, takes a deep, fresh sigh,
In the timeless embrace of the rain-swept sky.