Rainy days and calm evenings

 

Rain taps softly on the windowpane,

A silver song, a gentle refrain.

Clouds drift slowly across the sky,

While evening whispers quietly by.

The streets glow gold in puddled light,

As day fades softly into night.

A steaming cup, a cozy chair,

Warm silence floating through the air.

The world grows still beneath the rain,

Washing away the rush and strain.

And in that calm, the heart can see

Small peaceful moments quietly free.

So let the storm clouds drift and roam,

For rainy evenings feel like home.