The sun came out the other day,
But nobody wanted to play.
Clear skies,
Pierced with hundreds of cries.
Then came the rain.
A reminder of the pain.
How much more to endure?
Too many loved ones
We will never see at the door.
Others huddle together in halls,
Their homes flooded, gone are the walls.
Fear abound,
And deep gratitude for those working on the ground.
We listen closer to the azaan, the temple bell,
The hymns in church, and the powerful stories they tell.
I used to love the sound of the rain.
Never again.