**Fragile Rain**
A fragile rain, it whispers on my lips,
A gentle kiss, a tender, fleeting sip.
It paints my words with hues of silver gray,
A symphony of droplets, here to stay.
Each syllable a pearl, a precious gem,
Shimmering with light, a diadem.
The air alive with whispers soft and low,
As rain and breath in harmony now flow.
My tongue, a brush, upon my lips it dances,
Creating verses, where the rain entrances.
A fragile rain, a muse that sets me free,
To pour my soul into this written sea.
With every drop, a thought takes flight,
A fragile rain, a beacon in the night.
Its gentle touch, a balm upon my heart,
A symphony of words, a work of art.
So let the rain upon my lips reside,
A fragile muse, a force that cannot hide.
For in its embrace, my voice will soar,
And words will dance like never seen before.
