A Distant Thunder and a Little Teasing - Sunday rainy thoughts...

52. Distant thunder

I hear the rumblings of a distant thunder

Light is veiled behind a plume of cloud.

But rain is come

The seeker is now the sought

The lover is now the loved

Woe that I was ever in doubt!

 118. Teasing

What is love without a little teasing,

A little sorrow, a little pain,

A little drought before the rain,

A little sting, a little bleeding,

A little snowfall before spring.

................................

It is rainy weather here, the end of the year monsoon season. It comes to my country regular as clockwork. Fishermen avoid going to sea these days. The sea is just too rough and unpredictable.

For city-rats like myself, there is no such foreboding doom. Our only pain is the little inconvenience of waiting out the rain. But rain makes good company for prose-writing. The two prose above are actually from my old collection of the DamSunSunAna... written around mid 2004. It rained hard in my heart that year.

Thank you for coming by today. How was Sunday for you?

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

Why the Rain is So Distressingly Lovely to Me

Morning Rain

Rain, rain, rain

Falling on you and me,

Rain, rain, rain

Puddles by the roadside,

Rain, rain, rain

What was it that made me see?

Where once my world did shine no light?

Rain, rain, rain

Keeps her secret all to herself,

Rain, rain, rain

Makes me pick a book right off the shelf,

Rain, rain, rain

To mind myself with gentle thoughts

Of life and love, of hope and God.

……………………

Unless you are caught without an umbrella, and unless you just washed your car, is there anything as lovely as an early morning drizzle? I am a rainy person. Some people are sunny ones who love to bake themselves under the sun. But me? It is the rain that makes me happy and the weather that is naturally for me. I don't know why really. I guess we are made the way we are made, and that's all.

It is actually 5.30am now. But my mind is wide awake. I will not sleep while I can still enjoy the tinkling, sprinkling, ding-a-ling sounds of raindrops outside my window. For soon enough the rain will stop, and the Sun, mighty and glorious will shine its crude and rude light into every corner of my soul.

If I am caught in the rain, I would bare my shoulder for a while - a brief illicit intimacy that I savour, between the rain, me and our Maker. For I recall that he did that, the Prophet Muhammad of Mecca, the Prince of Mercy. Perhaps that is why the rain is so distressingly lovely to me.

It is a whimsical Monday, sunshine. God bless you!

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way

In Man is the Summary of All Creation - the violent weathers

7. This is nothing!

Nothing of nature or her terrible tempest

Would ever equal the terrible malevolence

Of man and his ill temper.

Is the turmoil of the world, with its tsunamis, earthquakes, twisters, floods, fires, volcanic eruptions, hail storms and landslides a reflection of the hate, hubris, anger and despair raging in the well of Man's soul?

Someone, somewhere, some time ago once told me, in Man is the summary of all Creation. Are we now reaping the wrath of Man's violent nature in the plain of his soul?

May God give us the fortitude, patience and intelligence to withstand Nature's awful anger, but above all, to hold back the terrible malevolence of Man and his ill temper...

God bless you, sunshine. Keep the umbrella of God handy. I sense some bad weather approaching...

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way