The Rain Poem by Habib Mohammed Nazif

The rain, when it pours, great thoughts stock my brain.
in the grace of God i believe.
The rain, when it pours, a trip to a new world, i dont want to miss the soul train.
A great adventure i will perceive.
The rain, when it pours, my attention stolen, my windows open, and my sight captivated, what a beautiful terrain.
The pain, agony and despair fades away, what a relief.
The rain, when it pours, the sunshine takes a vacation, we take cover, every drop, every splash, a blessing. curses and sins get carried away in the drain.
As long as we're loyal, we will continue to receive.
The rain, when it pours, leaves yearn to get a taste, the soil can't wait to quench the thirst, roots just can't stop drinking and the environment takes a new look, serene.
This is life, Lord let us live.
The rain, when it pours, a soothing bathe from the heavens, just hop in, a washdown and get off the stains.
Everything is so clear, everything is so plain, never gon be an atheist, i wont get deceived.
The rain, when it pours, what a wonderful world, just like zain.
Praises and thanks i send out to the King till i can no more give.
The rain, when it pours, i take a look into the skies and can just imagine how good the Lord is, what a magnificent world...