Strong winds blow, sweeping the fallen golden leaves.
The farmer, expecting rain, spring is a sure sign he believes.
There is a battle between winter’s cold and summer’s heat.
Gradually summer will winter beat.
Migratory birds begin their return to summer meet.
Chirping birds and joyous children will summer greet.
Withered plants and trees begin flowering,
even before the rains start showering.
Gone is the feeling of depression.
All praise to Allah is our expression.
May he bless us with good rains.
May he wash all our pains.
Zaki Sema
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