the storm

rain caressing the window
wind whispering through its cracks
drown out the mysterious call to prayer.

rays breaking through restless clouds
drops taming the dusty path
light the holy land with hope of peace.

leaves blowing under the door
wet prints crossing the carpet
bring chaos to my quiet haven.

feet treading dim passages
obstacles thundering in
give occasion to strengthen my soul.

doubt clouding my mind and heart
eyes perceiving shining truths
develop intelligence anew.

storm abating
trials passing
a refined young lady.

thunder clapping
lightning cracking
a gentle lullaby.


It rained here yesterday. This is just a little something I jotted down during class this morning. I don’t know if it will make sense to anyone else but I like it.