- in the name of Allah -


Over the last few days:




Torrential

clouds came by earlier today, bringing rivulets of rain to stream down my face;
it was nice to see some things unchanged, a simple joy to remember when it rains.

scattered often is a twinless aim, amidst the wind and sound of fallen rain, 
only wisps of vapor rise, grasping straws by errant paws, to catch a truth before its lyse:

though every downpour must end some day, and every river in due course will run dry, 
a prism of yours always perpetual remains, to bring forth from every storm a rainbow sky.