Written by: Deena Thapa - 24019, Grade XII
Posted on: 20 March, 2024
In the hush of twilight's gentle kiss,
A symphony begins nature's bliss.
Clouds gather, pregnant with grace,
As raindrops fall, a soft embrace.
Silver strings of liquid song,
Tap the earth, where they belong.
A dance of droplets, a rhythmic ballet,
Coloring the world in shades of gray.
On rooftops, leaves, and windowpanes,
Nature's tears, a soothing refrain.
A lullaby for the thirsty ground,
In the whispered language of rain.
A fragrance rises from the soil,
Petrichor, a memory to embroil.
Each raindrop, a liquid note,
Playing a melody, by nature wrote.
Puddles form like liquid mirrors,
Reflecting skies, dispelling fears.
Raindrops on petals, a glistening art,
Nature's masterpiece, a work of heart.
In the rhythm of the falling rain,
A cleansing ritual, a soothing balm.
Washing away the dust of time,
Renewing the world, a paradigm.
So, let the raindrops gently fall,
A tender cadence, a universal call.
A serenade from the heavens above,
An ode to nature, an eternal love.
