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…