After the Rain
When silver falls from clouds so gray, And earth receives its soft array, A fragrant dance of life awakens, In every nook, the spirit beckons.
The droplets cling like jewels bright, In tender hues that greet the light; Each petal holds a soft, warm sigh, As nature breathes and whispers nigh.
The world transformed, a canvas clear, In aftermath, the heart draws near; A symphony of scent and sound, In after rain, true peace is found.
- Philip Webb