Reflections in Rain

Beneath the slate-gray autumn sky it falls,

A gentle drizzle, nature’s muted call,

To paint the world in liquid shades of gray,

And turn the vibrant landscape to ballet.

Each drop descends in whispered, rhythmic grace,

A soft, melancholy tear upon earth’s face,

The leaves, once vibrant, now in somber dress,

Release their hold, in nature’s sweet caress.

The world beneath the veil of rain appears,

A hushed reflection of its former years,

A mirror to the passing of all things,

As autumn’s tender song, the heartstrings sings.

In stillness, midst the patter of the rain,

A quiet beauty, subtle and arcane,

A melancholy lingers in the air,

A bittersweet embrace of nature’s care.

The world transforms, and yet, it feels the same,

As autumn’s rain both whispers and proclaims,

A season’s end, a chapter winding down,

A time for introspection and the crown.

So let the rain descend, a tender grace,

And wash the world with tears from nature’s face,

For in its beauty and its melancholy,

We find a moment, sweet and melancholy.