Whoohoooo, wuudooooo!
It has been said Angels
bring the rain. Since
awake, it has been raining—
who am I to know
how long ago, the first wet
began? I’m always asleep
during the best of show.
The street mirrors false
light while our Sun’s
still some time away.
So I look to the rain,
trying to catch droplets
with my eyes. Not easy
in the dark. Just one
angel in mind—
She will sprinkle cold
on my warm face,
she’ll stir sleep from
its resting place.
Whoohoooo, wuudooooo!
If this is true, each
perfect drop delivered by
cupped hands not falling, an
angelic descent to ‘n from
Earth, then I’m as eager
as the dawn to see her.
Surely, if she carries my heart
the way I know You do,
then a little rain drop transport
must be easy for you.
Love,
Hamza
