Asking The Sky For Rain
Rain is such a blessing
Oh, Sky, hear my plea, as I stand here below,
With parched earth and longing, I yearn for your show.
My land, cracked and thirsty, awaits your sweet kiss,
A gentle downpour, a respite from this arid abyss.
The sun beats relentlessly, scorching the ground,
Leaving a barren landscape, desolate all around.
But in my heart, hope flickers, a flame that persists,
That you will answer my call, as the rain gently mists.
I raise my arms to the heavens, in humble supplication,
Asking the Sky for mercy, for life’s rejuvenation.
In your vast expanse, I find solace and peace,
And I pray for the rain to bring a much-needed release.
Oh, Sky, unleash your tears, let them fall like pearls,
Quench the thirst of the earth, replenish its swirls.
Let each droplet be a promise, a gift from above,
To nourish the soil, rekindle life, and inspire love.
I close my eyes and envision the rain’s gentle touch,
A symphony of droplets, a melody I cherish so much.
The scent of petrichor fills the air, refreshing and pure,
As the raindrops dance on leaves, a blessing to endure.
With each raindrop, a sigh of relief fills the air,
Nature’s harmony restored, a world beyond compare.
The flowers raise their heads, blooming with delight,
In vibrant colors and fragrances, their spirits take flight.
The rivers and streams flow, their currents alive,
Whispering tales of renewal as they steadily strive.
Life awakens in every corner, a chorus of rebirth,
As the rain brings forth the wonders of Mother Earth.
The crops stretch their roots, reaching for the rain’s embrace,
A promise of abundance, sustenance, and grace.
The farmers, their hearts full of gratitude and cheer,
As their fields are nourished, their livelihoods made clear.
Oh, Sky, I beseech you, send forth your gift,
A shower of blessings, a much-needed uplift.
Let the raindrops fall, a symphony in the air,
Washing away sorrows, cleansing all despair.
I stand here, a witness to nature’s grand design,
As the raindrops fall, their rhythm intertwine.
A gentle patter on the roof, a lullaby for the soul,
A reminder of life’s cycles, of which we are a part of the whole.
The rain whispers secrets, stories untold,
Of resilience and strength, of love and life’s mold.
It teaches us patience, to trust in the unseen,
That after the drought, new beginnings will convene.
So I raise my voice, joining the chorus of the land,
Asking the Sky for rain, with an outstretched hand.
May it pour down upon us, a symphony of grace,
And bless us with abundance, as we embrace.
Oh, Sky, in your vastness, I find solace and hope,
As I ask for your tears, the elixir that helps us cope.
Bring forth the rain, quench the earth’s ardent plea,
And let it be a testament to the power of unity.
For in the rain’s gentle touch, we find a common thread,
A reminder that we are connected, no matter how we’re spread.
So let us stand together, under the Sky’s benevolent reign,
Asking for rain, and embracing life’s eternal refrain.
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