His Rahma (Mercy)

How beautiful is the rain,

absorbing rivers of trials from our eyes,

as it befalls on all of eternity,

like the calm after the storm,

 

How merciful is the rain

Where the eyes were once soaked,

the mind, the soul is now drenched in waters,

to wash away the pain, to purify the heart,

 

How soothing is the rain,

to shower its blessings,

absolving water that was once bitter,

as it trickled uncontrollably from the eyes,

 

How pleasant is the rain,

comforting the heart,

with a promise of return,

and clear blue skies as you await

 

How beautiful is His rahma?