Raindrops and tea

The incessant rain, with a cup of tea,

Sitting beside a window,

Watching droplets race down glass,

A blissful spectacle unfolds.

Mother Nature's gentle hand,

Paints the world in shimmering wet,

A symphony of raindrop melodies,

Softly singing, never to forget.

Each drop a kiss upon the pane,

Each sip a taste of nature's grace,

In this tranquil, cozy space,

Time slows to a gentle pace.

Amidst the patter of the rain,

And the warmth of brewed delight,

Nature's embrace, serene and true,

Offers bliss, both day and night.

The trees sway in rhythmic dance,

Their leaves glisten with a chance,

To whisper secrets to the rain,

In a language sweet and plain.

The ground drinks deep from heaven's gift,

Each puddle forms, the earth does lift,

A fragrant scent of petrichor,

A promise of life evermore.

Birds find shelter in their nests,

Cuddled close, they take their rests,

The world outside a watery haze,

Yet within, a fire’s warm blaze.

The candle flickers on the sill,

Its gentle glow, a moment still,

Reflecting in the droplets' light,

A scene of pure, tranquil delight.

Children splash in joyful play,

Their laughter brightens the gray day,

In boots and coats, they jump and run,

Beneath the sky, devoid of sun.

The rhythm of the falling rain,

A soothing balm for any pain,

Its constant, gentle lullaby,

A gift from clouds up in the sky.

So here I sit, content and warm,

In the shelter of this storm,

With tea in hand, and heart at ease,

Lost in the rain’s sweet symphonies.

The world outside, a canvas bright,

Painted with drops of pure delight,

A masterpiece in every drop,

Nature’s wonder, never stops.

And as the rain continues on,

Through dusk and even to the dawn,

I find peace in its embrace,

A timeless, soothing, gentle grace.