What is your favorite type of weather?

In the rhythm of rain’s constant white sound,
Where flying bugs find shelter underground,
People scatter swiftly, like roaches in sunlight’s blaze,
Mumbling grumpy words, in the dreary haze.

Each drop a drumbeat, in nature’s symphony,
Echoes through the air, in perfect harmony.
Life slows down, under the silver-gray shroud,
As raindrops dance, whispering secrets aloud.

Yet amid the downpour, chaos finds its place,
As umbrellas bloom, in a hurried race.
Footsteps splash through puddles, in hurried flight,
Seeking refuge from the storm’s relentless might.

But within the storm’s embrace, there’s a certain grace,
A reminder of nature’s power, in this watery space.
For even amidst chaos, beauty can be found,
In the constant, soothing rhythm of rain’s white sound.