The Rainy Days
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The Rainy Days
Out of the darkness that detained me,
Heavier than I imagined — wet, yet dry,
A wanderer I was, drained of all strength,
Marked by their glances on a pitiful soul.
Heavier than I imagined — wet, yet dry,
A wanderer I was, drained of all strength,
Marked by their glances on a pitiful soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
The pitied soul did not wince nor cry aloud.
Beneath the burning weight of rainy days,
It bled — yet never bowed.
The pitied soul did not wince nor cry aloud.
Beneath the burning weight of rainy days,
It bled — yet never bowed.
Thunderous clouds of wrath and tears
Loomed in gloom — yet smiled at horror.
Within it, yet prepared for its return,
And should it come again — it shall find the soul unafraid.
Loomed in gloom — yet smiled at horror.
Within it, yet prepared for its return,
And should it come again — it shall find the soul unafraid.
It matters how the pitied soul endured
The sudden turn from scorching trial to peace.
For the soul remains the master of its fate,
And still — the captain of its soul.
The sudden turn from scorching trial to peace.
For the soul remains the master of its fate,
And still — the captain of its soul.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Abdul’aziz Muhd Abdulrahman, known by the pen name Mr. Abdul, is a law student at Bayero University, Kano. He is deeply passionate about legal advocacy and the art of expression. Though he values human connection, he places high importance on personal privacy and self-respect.
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