
The heavens weep, their mercy pours,
A balm for hearts, a cure for sores.
Each drop descends with gentle grace,
A whisper sent to every place.
Upon the roof, it softly plays,
A hymn of peace for weary days.
The earth it cleanses, souls it mends,
A sign from Allah that never ends.
Oh rain, your beauty draws my heart,
To ponder life, its wondrous art.
A mercy flows in every stream,
A gift from Allah, a sacred dream.
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