Never before had I been so low, never so alone,
The heat of mid summer befriended my mood,
And I lay on the floor, defeated and prone.
No words remained for me to pray, no solution offered relief
Nor did I sleep, nor was I awake, in my stupor of grief.
When the alarm did clang, out of my mouth did come,
A final pleading ultimatum.
If it is to be, let it rain, Oh Lord and then I was awake,
Despair flooded my spirit, as I realized my big mistake.
My answer lay before me, in the arid streets of Mumbai,
It never rained in summer, it never rained in May.
With a heart devoid of hope, I went about my work.
Even though my life was done, my duties I could not shirk.
Little did I know, my Great God, would not let me down,
And as I did my tasks, some clouds were gathering round.
I confessed to a friend in faith, of my unconscious request,
She scolded lovingly “don’t put the Lord to test.”
But as I picked up my bag and stepped out in the street,
There were raindrops drizzling on me and all around my feet!
To this day I dont know, If I spoke,
Or if it was He,
But Yes, for ME!, nondescript dust though I be,
My God made it rain, made it rain , Just for ME!