A child wakes up in the middle of the night by the luminous song of the rain. The raindrops drip down gently on the roof and slide over the windows, like infant pearls decending down from the heavens with grace, relfecting frequencies unheard before. A timely provision for a thirsty earth.
The child dozes off into a peaceful sleep, witnessing the reunion of the rain with its beloved earth, thanking the All Compassionate for this gift. But it is not long, before he wakes up again in the latter of the night.
It is the rain again, transformed – no longer a gentle whisper but a fury, shaking up the heavens and the earth. It roars and thunders. The room trembles, and so does the child's soul.
It is in this moment, the child tears and prays, realizing he is so small and afraid in the presence of the All Prevailing. He learns that his Creator is not only jamal (Beauty) but also jalaal (Majesty).
The rain, with its dual nature, mirrors our own. Like us, it borrows and inherits its character, behaviour, body, and spirit, from the One Light. It decends by the command of The Truth, retracing its roots to One divine source. The source assigns purpose and tasks to all creation and is All-Knowing of them.
In that moment, the child realizes that “All life takes its colour from God, and who gives a better colour than God”.
– NS
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