Ethereal Pitter Patter…

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© _____  j a y ✏️ s u r

In the hush of twilight’s tender embrace,

The world slows down to a gentler pace,

Candles flicker with a warm soft glow,

Casting shadows that dance to and fro…

A blanket of calm drapes the night,

As stars begin to shimmer soft and bright,

Yet through the stillness a gentle refrain,

The silent pitter-patter of evening rain…

Raindrops knock on the windowpane,

A soothing rhythm, a sweet soft strain,

Each tiny drop is a tranquil sphere beat,

Contrasting the quiet, serene and sweet…

The scent of earth, fresh and new,

Mingles with the rain’s tender dew,

A symphony of night, soft and light,

Whispers peace into the quiet night…

In the distance the conch shells sound,

Echoes of the past, a sacred round,

Intermittent flashes of lightning bright,

Illuminate the sky in fleeting light…

Misty fog leaves its mark on panes,

Drizzles painting streaks like veins,

A chill in the air, sweaters drawn near,

Yet relishing the cool without fear…

A cup of coffee steaming in hand,

In the quiet moment all seems grand,

Thoughts drift like leaves in breeze,

Finding solace with so much ease…

Owls hoot from a certain direction,

Nature’s voice in perfect reflection,

Books rest open, stories unfold,

Tales of wonder is softly told…

The rain’s melody, a lullaby’s flight,

Cradles dreams into the night,

Loved ones nearby, their presence dear,

The silent conversations, felt so near…

In this cocoon of evening’s grace,

Rain and quiet create a sacred space,

Yearning for a soul dearest to us,

To share this peace, this nightly trust…

As night deepens the world is at rest,

In these quiet moments we are blessed,

With a heart full of calm and mind serene,

We drift into slumber, peaceful unseen…