To the One the Skies Whisper About

Though I have never seen you,
You dwell in the quiet recesses of my heart,
Like flowers blooming after the storm’s embrace.

I call you God of Rain,
For your presence is a tender melody,
Whispered softly through the heavens above.

Are you real,
Or merely a fleeting dream I’ve yet to meet?
Still, I wait beneath the cloud-stained sky,
Hands open to the hush of falling grace,
Hoping one day your rain will find me.

-Rtr. Tharushi Dineshika