A ray of light,
peaking through my window.
I smell the rain,
I love the rain.
The flowers showered by the hands,
of the divine,
and feeling such delight.

My room flooded by an ocean,
created with my tears,
every drop and every pain,
goes away with the rain.

I am dancing in the shower of rain,
my skin is glistening with each drop of this element,
and the flowers are screaming my name.
I thank him for this day,
For bringing us the rain,
for waking me up,
to let the world know,
that I am here to stay.

No one can feel so blessed,
to be touched by the first light,
showered by the rain.
In the garden of Eden,
I’m given the rights to the gates,
of this promising place.
And I am here in the rain.

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