...CRY..WE SH0ULD D0 THAT...

A P0EM HARGA HUJAN ITU by HILAL ASYRAF

As I gaze towards the sky,
it makes me wonder why,
why is the sky turning cloudy?
Is the sky feeling gloomy?

“Oh, it is raining outside” says my little heart,
“Again?” As the rain starts to depart,
trillions of tiny droplets of water,
dashing through the atmosphere,
colliding fiercely onto the terrain,
making typical sounds of the rain.

It has been raining for days,
“Why it has to rain?” my heart says,
my days are filled with water,
if not a drizzle, it may be a downpour or even a thunder.

Scary isn’t it when it rains?
Deaths occurs more than usual,
accidents happen due to slippery roads,
people are not happy as toads,
they say “Rain rain, go away”,
“come back in another day.”

We forgot to start thinking,
the sky is actually crying,
we think we are too good to be true,
we forgot to implement Surah Al-Baqarah: 82,
we fulfilled our lives with laughs and sins,
transgressing bounds with defiant grins.

But this world is full of signs,
from the moon and the skies,
from the bees and the bugs,
makes it need to look up,
and question what’s up.

“Why you deal with this stuff?!”,
“When your spirits a quest!”,
but like thunder this question struck,
all the signs that were sent,
they finally make sense,
you feel the torment,
so you need to repent,
but your heart is cement.

So cry! Soften your heart!
Cry in your tahajjud! Cry for Allah!
Make the repentance your start!