Whispers on the Window’s Face Leave a Comment / God, Nature, Shorts 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.