Author: Hifza Siddiqui

The rain is speaking quietly,
And so is the moon
To the clouds that cover the sky,
When it’ll be midnight soon.
About the autumn that freed the summer,
When the winds came by
And the trees bid farewell,
To the leaves with a sigh.
The rain drops on the window,
Whispered to the breeze
And they prayed for a safe journey,
Of those crimson leaves.
The rain is speaking quietly,
And so is the moon
To the sun ready to come up
And it’ll be morning soon.

The rain is speaking quietly,
And so is the moon
To the clouds that cover the sky,
When it’ll be midnight soon.
About the autumn that freed the summer,
When the winds came by
And the trees bid farewell,
To the leaves with a sigh.
The rain drops on the window,
Whispered to the breeze
And they prayed for a safe journey,
Of those crimson leaves.
The rain is speaking quietly,
And so is the moon
To the sun ready to come up
And it’ll be morning soon.