Wake up

In the morning, the rain knocks on my window. I wake up because the rain whispers to me, "You have to wake up, To wake up, To wake up." When the clouds are crying And the drops fall to the ground, they sing their own melody every morning: "Tak t ta te ta te take." The streets are wet, and the sky is dark. Then a little sunshine comes to my face. I look to the sky and see the light for a second, And the raindrop reflects the light: "Tatatattatatata." In the forest, birds sing the hymn of the rain. I hear that because the rain whispers to me, "You have to wake up, To wake up, To wake up." When the birds are singing And the drops fall to the ground, they sing their melody every morning. Their melody carries through the air, A gentle reminder that the world awakens. The rhythm of the rain, The harmony of birds, Create a symphony of nature, A serenade to the dawn. I hear that because the rain whispers to me, "You have to wake up, To wake up, To wake up." Leaves glisten with the morning dew, Each droplet a prism of light, Casting tiny rainbows on the forest floor. The earth breathes deeply, Absorbing the life-giving water, Renewing itself with each passing moment. I hear that because the rain whispers to me, "You have to wake up, To wake up, To wake up." I step outside, feeling the cool touch of rain on my skin, Every drop a connection to the vast, living world. The smell of wet earth rises, Fresh and invigorating, A promise of growth and renewal. The rain continues its song, A timeless lullaby for the waking day. I close my eyes and listen, Fully awake now, fully alive, Embracing the morning, The rain, The whispers of the world around me. I hear that because the rain whispers to me, "You have to wake up, To wake up, To wake up."