Rain on my only window to you ..
Rain over the dark cars and trucks..
Rain on the city of peace ..
I want this rain to pour on my city there ..
My mother must be dreaming of this rain now,
and my family must be waiting for it in the narrow room in that shelter ..
I will keep this rain between my eyes
I will take it with me to my martyr brothers there ..
Oh rain, stop flowing… because I’m sad.
Kawther AbuHani 