…but don’t be surprised when the Almighty sends rain first.
Success, happiness, peace, health, wealth, and victory are all flowers of a beautiful harvest.
The hardworking,
the innocent souls,
the broken hearts,
the poor victims,
they all pray.
Day after day,
Month after month.
A year passed.
A second year too.
They wait,
and
wait,
and
wait.
Then, instead of flowers,
God sends rain,
Heavenly rain,
Blessed rain.
To wipe the tears of the mournful,
To relieve the pain of the suffering,
To quench the thirst of the tired,
To wash away ashes,
To nourish the land.
And let flowers blossom,
And Bloom,
again and again.
With hope and peace,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 