HUJAN II

“Tik, tik, tik,”

‘The sound?’, hoping that my guessing is true.

I pull away my pillow from my face and wipe away my teary eyes. Yes, I cried just now.  I stood up from my bed, and head to my window pane. I look up to the sky. It is cloudy and the droplets start to fall little by little. And suddenly it pours heavily.

“Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah! Alhamdulillah!”, I dash to the door.

I stand in the middle of the mahallah courtyard, where there is no roof and the rain pours freely.

I open my arms, I lift up my head and face the raining sky.

I let myself be showered by His rahmah.

‘O Allah, my burden is nothing compared to Your blessings.’