A poem ' November Rain"

November Rain

In the hush of fading light,
Whispers of a chill take flight,
Clouds gather, heavy and gray,
As autumn's breath begins to sway.

Leaves drift down in a golden dance,
Nature weaves a wistful trance.
Each drop falls like a gentle sigh,
A lullaby from a sullen sky.

Puddles mirror the weeping trees,
As shadows stretch in the cooling breeze.
The world is cloaked in a silken shroud,
While the sky dons a brooding cloud.

Yet in this somber, tender gloom,
Life breathes softly, finding room.
For every storm must pass away,
And from the rain, new dreams will play.

So let it fall, this November rain,
A soothing balm for joy and pain.
In the quiet, hearts align,
In the storm, we learn to shine.

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