The Voices of Rain By Zarlacht Atiqzoy January - March 1998 Lemar-Aftaab The rain is coming down to the beating of a drum. Chanting in my ears. Whispering to my heart. Chilling my skin and, Capturing my fear. The rain continues to fall, Rhythmically to every heart beat. Thundering at my every sigh, And feeding my wonder. Glorifying the Heavens And cleansing the earth. Innocent transparency, Falling onto me. Calling me by name, I find myself through the voices of the rain. Copyright © 1998 Aftaabzad Publications. All Rights Reserved. May not be duplicated or distributed in any form without permission.