In the first quiet breath of the day

The rain spoke to the sky

In a voice, both humble and brave

"I am called to the earth," it said

I will descend, wander, and break myself to serve"

The sky listened wisely and vast

And smiled in knowing

"Go, it's divine order!

And return as purpose"

The cloud gathered like prayer

heavy with intention

And released their burden

The rain fell, not as loss

But as offering

It travelled through creation

Touching leaves, skin, and stone

Carrying wonders meant for the waiting mother

The earth opened herself

Crafted by the ethernal

To rebirth life through sacred rhythm

She received the rain with open arms and soul and held it close

Their union was ancient

Sealed before time, I learnt to speak

No force could stand in between what the divine has joined

Together, they wore down the rock

Not by violence but by faith and patience

The soil was born through resistance for hands, seeds, and homes

The rain shattered itself in devotion

And in breaking became blessing

Grace poured upon the earth

©️ Asmau's pen 🖊