The raindrops keep falling, a curtain of gray,
Drumming a rhythm on rooftops all day.
Puddles like mirrors reflect the dim sky,
A world washed anew, with a tearful sigh.

But listen beyond, to the whisper they bring,
A song of the earth, as the flowers take wing.
Dust settles gently, the air cleansed and pure,
A promise of sunshine, forever endure.

For raindrops hold stories, both joyous and sad,
A lullaby whispered, though sometimes quite bad.
But hope always lingers, in each falling tear,
The raindrops keep falling, the world to endear.