Whenever It Rains

Whenever it rains, I think of You.
Whenever it rains, missing You I do
Not that I don’t think of You often anyway,
Not that I won’t miss You on any other day,
But when it starts to rain,
When the breeze clears the pain.
At the first touch of the raindrop,
At the first caress of wind ruffling my top
My head swims with You in my thoughts
I want to shout; on top of my lungs
Of my love for You; fiercely sprung.

What is it about the rain,
That makes me think of You more,
More than ever before.
The pain so poignant, so raw,
The ugly memories previously in a shroud
You wash it away with the water from the cloud
You give me a fresh, clean, brand new start
That has nothing to do with putrid flesh and blood.

What is it about the rain,
The serene picture You paint
Of riches being dropped from the sky
To remind us that we can’t deny,
Of the blessing for all creations,
That You bestow without questions.

What is it about the rain,
The Majesty of You…
The Mercy of You…
Your Bounty…
Your Generosity…
The Splendor…
The Grandeur…
That energizes my soul
That makes me whole
So that I bow my head low
My gratitude for you in show
You are the Greatest of all,
Allah, Allah, Allah.

-Afiza Azmee-