To quench the thirsty sight <br />They are drizzling at night <br /> <br />They fall wetting the chaff <br />Drops like wandering waif <br /> <br />Awakening in the silence of cold <br />The memoirs of far past and old <br /> <br />See the trees in far <br /> Lying under the dark box <br /> <br />And see yonder! the mother <br />Trying her child to coax <br /> <br />Sometimes I felt sometimes I vain <br /> But there was a God in guise of rain<br /><br />Irfan Salimi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-raining-night/
