Submitted by : LadyCroc on Strugle

When the windows open from above,

forming clouds of visions,

the burden of this world is being released upon us.

Who knows the name of this miracle,

that man calls spring rain?

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By Him who has sent down from the sky

rain chartered with blessings.

By Him who has raised the clouds

and sent the North Wind

to lay waste to our garden.

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Ya Allah, let us believe in the voice of the spring rain,

that we may drink from rivers in Paradise,

and learn to carry our oceans as if they were drops.

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Moments of water shattering images in a puddle,

on a street towards the future,

adding to what is missing,

painting the soul of man with colors of silence.

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The contents of a rain cloud has gone through me

Everything I do is painted

by the journey of its drops from heaven.