Pitter-patter on the ground,
Raindrops sing a soft, sweet sound.
Tapping windows, tapping trees,
Dancing lightly with the breeze.

Puddles grow where footsteps land,
Ripples drawn by nature’s hand.
Leaves sway gently, skies turn gray,
Yet the earth feels fresh today.

And when the sun peeks through once more,
A rainbow stretches—shore to shore.
The rain has left, but in its place,
The world shines bright with nature’s grace.

Writtn By: Eromosele Agboiboh