The Rain

The heavy and dark grey clouds

Faded away all my real doubts

They moved swiftly over my head

Arousing my emotions once dead

I wait for rain under the sky

All the seasons that’ve passed by

The thunder is a claim of celebration

As if I am about to reach my station

The rain washes my little sins away

Making my life on verge of a new day

The water washes my every pore

Till I run to hide behind the door

A connection with nature so fresh and pure

A divine blessing which makes me so sure