I love listening to the gentle rain,

Its rhythm dancing on my windowpane,

A soft and steady, reassuring refrain,

That calms my mind and soothes my strain.

 

It tells a tale, in drops both light and clear,

A quiet song that our hearts can hear,

Where thoughts unwind and burdens deflate,

And the rush of life can just pause and wait.

 

Petrichor is a powerful scent,

It reminds me of summer days once spent

Sheltering from a shower under a tree on a warm still day,

Whilst puddles form and children play.

 

It taps the roof like tiny fingers on a drum,

A gentle voice that tells me peace has come,

No lightning flash, no sudden winds that howl and moan,

Simply rain that creates a tune, unique and of its own.

 

So let it fall and let the stillness grow,

The kind of stillness that rain blessed hours surely know,

For in that sound of comfort, of pitter patter on the windowpane,

I find my joy and peace in just listening to that gentle rain.