Under clouds, the world slows down,

A gentle hush without a sound.

The rain becomes the heart’s refrain,

A peaceful dance, a soothing pain.

There is no rush beneath the gray,

No hurry in the rain’s ballet.

Each drop falls in its own time,

A rhythm deep, a quiet rhyme.

In these moments, life feels whole,

The world’s soft breath, the heart’s control.

For when the sky is wrapped in gray,

we find peace in the quiet day.