Rain The rain is falling, softly now,
Tapping gently on the ground;
Each drop a lovely gift, I vow,
Such tranquil sounds all around.

The flowers lift their weary heads,
As if they feel the whispered tune;
The world is cloaked in glistening threads,
A shining dance beneath the moon.

And in the brook, the drops collide,
Creating ripples here and there;
A serenade from nature’s side,
Silence but rich as golden air.

• Robert Louis Stevenson