As the thunder yelled,
We remembered our Lord,
Praying to Him for goodness in it all.
It was our four souls,
Together enjoying the wind,
Allowing it to go deep within.
The rain seemed to call us,
Slowly we allowed it’s drops to wet our hands,
With each drop our bodies begged for more,
As though the soul within said I need it all.
Without caring about world,
Without caring about clothes,
Together we four showered in rain.
Soaking wet we connected,
Among ourselves and with our Lord.
Thanking Him for the soothing rain,
That showered our souls with His love.
In those moments I realized,
This exactly is what matters above all,
My Lord and these three souls.
May Lord of the worlds protect these souls,
That are in different bodies but connected to my soul.
May He shower them with rain of His blessings,
And protect them from thunders that world throws their way,
Guide them to remember Him as the storms of life get noisy,
Whether I live or die, May He always keep them in His Mercy!
Written by Areena Ali Memon
The words flowed from my heart as we came back from our first ever experience of enjoying rain by getting soaking wet, just me and the three little gifts that ALLAH has granted me. The poem is exclusively for them <3
