huger and the rain

yesterday, when the heaven was just starting to pour its contents, i bumped into huger (read: you-gee; it's a french name). i was on my way to lift my clothes at the ampaian, and he was washing his.
huger: is it raining? [continue his washing]
\me: starting to.
huger: owh.
considering that he was washing, i wanted to say something about the time of the heaven-pours reached earth, but suddenly,
huger: good. alhamdulillah. it's rahmah from allah.
\me: mmm, yeah. alhamdulillah. [rasa malu pada huger]

p/s: the rain do smell, and the smell's so nice.


dikala mentari tidak lagi mampu
menembusi lapisan2 awan
dan guruh2 berdentuman
janganlah
air di tempayan dicurahkan.

di kala butir2 mutiara
anugerah tuhan
menyentuh membasahi bumi,
kau
peluklah ia kemas
dalam dakapanmu,
kerana
bila ia tiada,
kau pasti merindu.