Morning rain, a gentle grace,
Whispers on the window’s face,
Washing shadows of the night,
Bringing forth the softest light.
Each drop a note, a tender song,
Cleansing paths where we belong,
Yesterday’s sorrows drift away,
In the dawn of a brand-new day.
Fresh beginnings, clear and bright,
Beneath the sky, so pure, so light,
In the morning rain’s embrace,
We find a simple, tranquil space.
