By Semira Dikova

 

 By Semira Dikova

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It is not always easy, this would be too plain,

Nor is it always sunny, free from rain.

So often the soil longs for summer rain,

and plants wait eagerly for the raindrops to awaken them.

How great must the relief of nature be,

What solace floods my soul when tears unseal,

For tears too are God's blessing from above,

Drops of His compassion, signs of His love.

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Is the weight of raindrops too much for the grass?

Was it worth the pain to feel this moment pass,

To sense a touch of divine empathy,

In the midst of our fragility?

In the bleak sky of hopeless night, I find my fate, 

The dark clouds frightened me, yet here I stand,

Loaded with rage and despair, they sought release,

To breathe again, to find a moment's peace.

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A breathtaking flash in the night warns bright,

There it is, I see our plight,

How tiny we are in the great design,

Clear and distinct is our boundary line.

Then comes the sound of the thunder, rolling deep,

A mighty whisper as the heavens weep.

In that resounding voice, I find my calm,

A sacred echo, like a soothing psalm.

For in the thunder, God's own voice I hear,

A reminder that His presence is near.

The storm may rage, yet with each powerful beat,

His love and mercy make my soul complete.

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When it rains

By Semira Dikova