Rain slowly patters on the tin slide
Rolling down in slippery droplets
Yellow rays weakened by the misty fog
Illusion slowly turns into reality
A distant thunder slowly rumbles
The dry ground gasps
as the water disappears down its parched lips
-O Allah, I am so weak-
The intensity of the rain slowly increases
Ive passed it on far too long
The weakened roots drink up the water
Withered roses slowly blossom
Perfuming the air,
-Give me strength
Rain washes the dirt and grime,
Rolling down my cheeks
Glistening my face
-Keep me strong-
A swallow swoops down and rises back
Into the vast, unexplored sky
Slowly, I lift myself up
The evening sun is slowly setting
the black outline of the bird in flight
A light breeze lifts my hair
my spirit soaring
-I look up at the sky-
Spread my arms
-Feel so light-
I lift my face
-Finally free-
As the last flower finally blooms.