The Dance of Rain
In the shadows of gloom, I seek my retreat,
Longing for storms, where the heavens will meet.
There’s magic in the air as the tempest draws near,
A charged anticipation that whispers in my ear.
When the clouds roll in, dark and alive,
A symphony stirs, and my spirit will thrive.
The pressure builds, a thrilling embrace,
As nature prepares for its wild, fierce grace.
Then comes the downpour, a cascade from above,
Each droplet a blessing, a message of love.
They tumble and twirl, like dancers on stage,
A ballet of water that breaks free from its cage.
The rhythm resounds—a thunderous cheer,
As rain drums on rooftops, a melody clear.
It soothes my soul with its powerful song,
Cradling my worries, where I truly belong.
Too many dismiss this celestial display,
The glory of rain on a somber gray day.
But for me, it’s magic—an intimate friend,
In the heart of the storm, where my spirit can mend.
So let the skies open and unleash their delight,
For rainy days hold a beauty that ignites the night.
In the dance of the rain, I find my release—
A tempest of wonder that grants me sweet peace.