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.
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