Pitter and patter
In the last third of the night
Pouring torrents,
A breathtaking sight
Lightning and thunder,
Signs of His Might
The bedrooms are dark,
But the hearts are alight
Tearful supplications,
To be guided aright
Cheeks are soaked,
Like the earth outside
Iman swelling,
As if the high tide
If the skies weep in His fear,
My eyes shall do the same
May the sins be washed away,
In the late night rains