Reflections in the Rain

As raindrops fall from leaden skies,
And dance upon the earth’s disguise,
They create a mirror, clear and true,
Reflecting a world both old and new.

In the puddles that gather near,
Images ripple and appear,
A kaleidoscope of life and light,
Captured in the rain’s gentle sight.

The trees, their branches reaching high,
Seem to touch the weeping sky,
Their leaves, now glistening with the dew,
Reflect a green of vibrant hue.

The buildings, tall and made of stone,
Stand like sentinels, all alone,
Their windows, streaked with rivulets,
Reflect the city’s silhouettes.

And in the rain’s reflective gleam,
The faces of the passersby seem,
To tell a story, deep and profound,
Of lives unspoken, yet still bound.

For in the rain’s reflective pool,
We see ourselves, as a general rule,
A mirror of our hopes and fears,
Our joys, our sorrows, and our tears.

And as we gaze into the deep,
Of the puddles where secrets keep,
We find a truth that’s hard to miss,
That life, like rain, is transient bliss.