Spring is here!!
And with it are the fresh rains…
Hear the rain beating on my bedroom pane, dad?
And the streams of water running down
To the other drains…
You used to say when it rained hard
God was crying
Mourning someone who lost their life
And had to cross the portal of death to Him…
I think He mourns you now, Dad,
With tears of a sadness of a life no longer.
But He is joyful too
Because He has met you finally…
After all those prayers offered for you
He knows you well,
He knew you even before you were made in grandmother’s womb
And now he knows the pleasure of your company