Rain: a poem

Soul washed clean and made anew-
From spark to flame because of you-

All fear is gone, replaced by bliss-
Face turn to sky, awaits rain's kiss-

She's joy, that is devoid of pain-
Some call her friend, I call her Rain-

She soaks my soul, with tears of glee-
I've prayed so long for this to be-

A shower of a love unmatched-
No parasol, my roof's not thatched-

I long to feel her warm embrace-
Her drops upon my weary face-

A love that time will never wane-
And all because of lovely rain-

For a friend, thank you for the inspiration
Jalil al-Asad Amir al-Hamza