RAIN

It’s odd how a grey gloomy sky could still bring joy

The smell of rain, as it started to pour

Kicks in a tinge of refreshment into her somehow

Step by step, she walks along the wet walkway

Smearing the cement floor with more patterns of  footsteps

The sound of gushing rainfall against the roof

Deafening her ears, drowning her in sea of thoughts

Splashed by tiny raindrops around, felt nice

As if sprinkled, sprayed by Allah’s rahmah

As she steps on the uneven tar roads

Little streams flow under her feet

No choice but to walk on tip-toes

And she continued to walk and walk under the rain

Stepping into water puddles here and there

 “Rahmah is here

It won’t last forever.”

So sail in the rain.