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Like King of heavens
The gathered Cloud changes
Even the mighty Sun, bows.
For His Majesty,
The Rain is coming.
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In an instant, the Thunder.
Strikes through our mother Earth.
Her trumpet, announcing the arrival
Of her royal presence.
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The wind blows as the trees bows.
Animal hides as breeze sings, silent songs of praises.
Like whispering secrets to His Majesty,
The Rain.
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Rain blesses us all.
Filling the the stomach of our mother Earth.
She grace's us with food,
Waters us with good.
Plants, animals, human beings.
He fulfils all our needs.
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The sounds of the rain.
Beating our rusty roofs like drums of war.
Sending melodious tune to my ears.
And cold, like s shivering touch. Covering to my body.
An everlasting happiness to my soul.
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And just like that it goes.
He stops to pour his crystal blessing, Worth more than diamonds.
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All we hear his the last drops,
Like silent footsteps.
At one's doorstep.
Leaving us with memories.
Of when to expect him next.
Or with blessings of which we pray for.
Another elaboros visit.
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The sound of raindrops,
The ring of blessings,
The song of his showers.
His majesty, the one like no other.
©Madinah_Writes
15.06.2021
9.33 p.m
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