In the empire where dreams descend,
Where heaven's tears the planet befriend,
A symphony upon the waft,
Resounds with nature's symmetries.
Softly sinking, a rhythmic hop,
Raindrops pirouette, transported,
Whispering riddles as they fall,
A gentle tempo, nature's call.
Upon the parched and yearning land,
Rain's trace, a hallowing quite profound,
Each droplet tints a vibrant shade,
Restoring vitality, both ancient and new.
A hymn on rooftops plays,
As raindrops knit their runny maze,
Tapping windows, a cradlesong,
An orchestra from the cloudy air.
Nature's slashes, both sweet and dejected,
Washing away what earlier was had,
Purifying spirits, refreshing minds,
The downpour, a blessing that usually binds.
In rain's embrace, the earth transforms,
As petrichor, an odor warms,
Hugging life in every pore,
Arousing souls to explore.
And in the drizzle, we find release,
A wink of pure, tranquil harmony,
As droplets wash away our cramp,
Revive our moods like a gentle precipitation.
So let the raindrops softly fall,
Down its cadence, we stand tall,
In nature's tears, we uncover our grace,
And in the shower, we locate our place.

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