By: Aliaa Fathy
Rain is the music of the sky that plays on the strings of the soul.
It is old messages of longing, rearranging the chaos in our hearts and washing away the dust of nostalgia from memories.
In the drizzle of rain resides the smell of wet dirt, that smell that resembles the earth hugging the sky after a long absence, as if it tells us that every drought is followed by a quenching.
The most beautiful moments are those when we watch the raindrops racing against our window, write the names of those we love on the steam, and feel the warmth of coffee comforting the cold of nostalgia.
Rain is the sound of the past knocking on the doors of the present.
Every raindrop is a promise of a rose that will bloom tomorrow.
In the rain, the world becomes silent so that the rain alone speaks; Rain is a good friend of strangers, it covers their tears and gives them an excuse to walk alone without anyone asking them why.
I wish we could be children again.
running under the raindrops, playing having fun and our laughter reaching the sky.
I wish our simple dreams would return and our laughter that was from the heart would return with them.
Rain remains the language that tired hearts understand, and the heavenly message that tells us that perhaps our aspirations will one day blossom as the earth does after a long wait.
O sweet rain, our hearts have become like a barren desert !
Can you water them so they can return to life?
Our souls have become like a flower that has almost withered.
Can it blossom and bloom again?
Will hope return to our tired hearts?
Oh sweet rain, quench the thirst of our hearts , wash away our worries and sorrows and drown our souls with an abundance of love, happiness, hope and life !
