Whispers fall from gray sky's, Gentle drumming on thirsty earth, Each drop a note in a nature song, Curling leaves dance, Swaying like a child, Breath of the world, Refreshing the weary soul, A soft embrace, Where every puddle reflects, A fleeting a moment of joy, In the stillness, The air carries a sweet scent, Renewal found in a quiet pause, Of rain tender grace.