In the valley of rain, where the wildflowers grow,
Under clouds that weep softly, like secrets they know,
A story is woven in the whispering trees,
As the wind sings a melody, carried on the breeze.
The river hums gently, reflecting the sky,
And the echoes of laughter make the moments fly,
With each drop that falls, there's a promise anew,
In the heart of this valley, where the world feels true.
Searching for solace in the arms of the night,
With the stars as my witnesses, I’ll dance in their light,
Where the darkness is painted by the silver moon’s glow,
I find peace in the shadows, where memories flow.
The tales of the ancients wrap around like a song,
Binding hearts in the silence, where we all belong,
With the rhythm of raindrops as my steadfast guide,
I’ll wander forever, with the love by my side.
As morning awakens, and the sun starts to rise,
The valley’s adorned with a soft, golden prize,
And though storms may still linger, they’ll pass like before,
I'll treasure each moment, as I open the door.
In this valley of rain, I’ve discovered my way,
With each tear that has fallen, there’s more light to stay,
So I’ll carry this story, like a torch held high,
In the heart of my being, where the melody lies.
For in every raindrop, there’s a life to be seen,
In the valley of rain, I’ve discovered my dream,
And as I journey onward, with the sky’s wide embrace,
I’ll always find solace in this tranquil place.
Folk
valley, rain, melody, story, solace