In mystic sounds of rain, secrets unfold, Whispered tales on mountains, ancient and bold. Dark shadows dance in the flickering fire, Illuminated secrets, a clandestine choir. The mountains stand as guardians of time, Echoing whispers in a rhythm so prime. Raindrops reveal tales hidden in the night, As mystic sounds weave stories in the firelight. In the balance of dark and the embrace of light, Secrets linger, shrouded, out of sight. The dance of elements, a celestial ballet, On the canvas of nature, where mysteries sway.