Salvation Of Existence

It's not rain,
It's a salvation,
The mercy from divine,

As the raindrops rendezvous the hot earth,
It whispers the sighs of the wanting and patience,
Which meets my thirsty soul,
Restless to have a feast of joy,

My eager eyes,
Which have been seeking relief,
My ears awaited a million years,
To hear heavy raindrops falling down,
Matching the beats of my within,
It's my return to life after eternal death,

A chance in middle of the desert,
To quench the thirst of my eyes,
To wash away the tiredness of long voyage,
It's the mercy of the lord,
Salvation of my existence.

© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015