Dear Allah I lift my hands in plea,
Send the rain to set us free.
This heavy smog blocks the sky,
We can't see the blue up high.
Let the fresh air flow, please
So flowers can Bloom and grow, please.
With clear skies, we will laugh and play,
And slide in the park all-day.
Let
raindrops fall, so pure and light,
To wash the world and make it bright.
Oh Allah! hear my little call,
Bring us rain, and joy for all.
Dania Khan IV Plum
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