Raining in my town,
A symphony of tears,
Whispering secrets from the skies,
Dancing on rooftops and streets.
The clouds, heavy with emotion,
Release their burdened hearts,
And the drops, like tiny messengers,
Carry stories of forgotten dreams.
Each raindrop a delicate touch,
Caressing the earth's weary face,
Reviving the parched and longing,
With a gentle kiss of grace.
The rhythm of the rain,
A lullaby for the restless,
Soothing souls in quiet solitude,
As the world finds solace in its embrace.
The streets, once bustling and loud,
Now hushed in the rain's embrace,
The city, washed clean and anew,
Bathed in nature's healing grace.
And as the rain softly fades,
Leaving behind its watery trail,
The town, refreshed and renewed,
Glimmers with a hopeful smile.
Raining in my town,
A poetic interlude,
Where the sky weeps in poetry,
And the earth listens, in gratitude.
