Regn.

The rain is pouring over me
like the first love, it makes me shiver,
tremble, like the sound of your voice
From a dark grey sky they fall
the raindrops, little blessings from above
and I welcome with open arms
the salvation they bring
cleansing me from everything brought by the world
leaving me naked, as created
a new opportunity to once again get lost
in the arms of Love. Lord I can feel You
so near, as the rain touches my face
and the beauty of my Majesty
becomes ever so clear.

Come rain, beloved friend. Come with blessings from above.
Pour over me and make me pure once again.

-Aras.