Rain

Rain by Abdul Hadi Haleemah on ZenPens

First with the high voice!
The master roars in with firmness,
Pulsing fears to mother earth,
And to the light
flying in with a cracked garment.

How beautiful is rain?
Subtle drops of tears clamouring for home,
Sent from the makers of the eyeing death,
Waking the snorting world.

And what’s rain?
If not a cloaked blessing piercing its mercy with coolness.
What’s rain?
If not a life walking in a street of dead.
What’s rain?
If not a deaf god
Ignoring shouts of protests and the clamour of love.

Dripping, splitting and splattering but soothing,
A blessing it is, rain that wash off pains,
The rain has to reign
on its throne.

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