"If the Raindrops Could Pray" (Mercy of my Lord Beneath the Sky)
Introduction : In a world that rushes past the quiet miracles of life, “If the Raindrops Could Pray” invites the reader to pause — to listen to the whispers of nature and remember the mercy that flows from above. Each stanza speaks not just of rain, rivers, or mountains, but of a divine rhythm — a song of creation that never ceases to praise its Lord. Through this poem, I reflect on the contrast between nature’s humble obedience and humanity’s forgetfulness, hoping to awaken a sense of gratitude, repentance, and peace in every heart that reads it.
"If the Raindrops Could Pray"
(Mercy of my Lord Beneath the Sky)
If raindrops could speak, they would softly say…
“My Lord sends us down in a merciful way…”
A gift from my Lord’s unending love—
to heal the earth from the skies above…
If winds could whisper through valleys wide—
they’d tell how my Lord moves them in stride…
Each gentle breeze that stirs the air—
is His unseen touch, tender and rare…
If trees could speak with their roots below…
they’d tell how my Lord made their roots grow…
In every leaf that meets the dawn—
His presence and mercy are quietly drawn…
If flowers could speak of their scented hue…
they’d tell how my Lord makes all things new…
Their colors bloom, their petals awake—
in praise of the Lord for beauty’s sake…
If honeybees could speak in flight…
they’d tell how my Lord guides them right…
From field to field they hum His name—
their sweetness born of His holy claim…
If the stones could speak from where they lie…
they’d tell of ages passing by…
They’ve seen men rise, they’ve watched them fall—
yet my Lord remains, above it all…
If mountains could roar from their thrones of grey…
they’d glorify my Lord who taught them to stay…
“Behold our strength,” they’d humbly sigh—
“We stand by His word, the Lord Most High…”
If rivers could speak of the paths they flow…
they’d tell how my Lord commands them to go…
They never resist, they never delay—
they follow His word in a seamless way…
If oceans could speak from their endless foam…
they’d tell how my Lord gives each wave its home…
Their depths proclaim His vast decree—
no end, no measure, no boundary…
If the stars could whisper in the night…
they’d tell how my Lord adorned them with light…
They guide the lost through sea and sand—
by the will of the Lord’s command…
If the moon could speak from its silver throne…
it would say, ‘I shine by His grace alone…”
Through phases I move as my Lord commands—
a servant bound by His mercy’s strand…
If the sun could speak of its morning fire…
it would tell how my Lord lifts it higher…
Each dawn and dusk it bows in grace—
before the Lord who set its place…
If the birds could sing of the skies they roam…
they’d tell how my Lord guides them home…
No fear of the famine, no thought of fall—
for the Lord who feeds them feeds us all…
If the fish could murmur beneath the sea…
they’d tell how my Lord rules silently…
Each fin, each breath, each hidden gleam—
is shaped by the Lord who wrote their dream…
If the beasts could speak of the lands they tread…
they’d tell how my Lord ensures they’re fed…
They live, they rest, they rise, they fall—
within His mercy, encompassing all…
But man forgets, though most blessed of all…
deaf to the signs, blind to the call…
We close our eyes to the truth so near—
while every creature whispers clear…
He gave us sight to see His signs…
yet we darken our hearts with earthly designs…
He gave us voices to call His name—
yet we use them in pride, in loss, in shame…
What keeps us now from bending low…
from weeping where the mercies flow…?
Why chase the world’s deceiving art—
when peace awaits a humbled heart…?
This life is brief, a breath, a flame—
and soon we return from where we came…
So let us bow, repent, and pray—
for my Lord is near—His love our way…
Smile, for my Lord is watching near…
His mercy greater than all our fear…
And like all things beneath His dome—
we praise our God—our Malik, our Lord…
—Shahzad Sulaiman
Author’s Note (Summary) :
If raindrops could speak, they would tell how Merciful my Lord is — how each droplet that descends from the sky is not merely water, but a whisper of His kindness, a mercy carried down to refresh the thirsty earth and awaken life from its slumber. If the winds could speak, they would tell how gently my Lord commands them, carrying seeds across valleys and oceans, spreading life to corners unseen by men. Every breeze that brushes against our faces is a tender reminder of His presence — unseen, yet always felt. If the trees could speak, they would tell how they stand in silent obedience, their branches raised like hands in prayer, their leaves shimmering in praise of the One who sustains them through every season.
If flowers could speak, they would tell how they bloom in colors and scents not for themselves, but as a reflection of my Lord’s beauty and generosity. They would tell us that every petal, every fragrance, is a glimpse of His artistry, a token of His infinite grace. If the honeybees could speak, they would tell us how they move in perfect harmony under His command, gathering sweetness from the fields He blessed, turning it into sustenance for both themselves and mankind. If the stones beneath our feet could speak, they would tell how long they have lain in silence, bearing witness to generations of men who walked upon them yet never pondered the greatness of their Creator.
If the mountains could speak, they would tell how they stand firm and unshaken, glorifying the One who raised them high as symbols of strength and stability. They would say, “Look at us, and remember the might of your Lord who holds the heavens without pillars.” If the rivers could speak, they would tell how they flow endlessly by His will, nourishing lands and hearts alike, never questioning where they come from or where they will go — just fulfilling His command. If the oceans could speak, they would tell how deep and boundless His knowledge is, for their depths cannot be measured, just as His wisdom cannot be comprehended. Every wave that touches the shore proclaims His perfection.
If the stars could speak, they would tell how they adorn the night in obedience to their Lord, each one placed with purpose in the vast expanse of the sky. They would whisper that they shine not for vanity, but as signs for those who reflect, guiding travelers across land and sea — and hearts across doubt and darkness. If the moon could speak, it would tell how it moves with perfect precision through the heavens, appearing and fading as its Lord decrees, lighting the darkness for travelers and lovers of the night. If the sun could speak, it would tell how it rises and sets every day without fail, giving warmth to all — a reminder of His power, His constancy, His care.
If the birds could speak, they would tell how they soar upon the winds with trust in their Lord, never fearing the emptiness below, for He is the One who sustains them. If the fish of the sea could speak, they would tell how they swim in silence beneath the waves, in worlds we cannot see, yet every motion they make is by His permission. If the animals of the earth could speak, they would tell how they live in perfect submission — they eat, they rest, they move, and they die according to His will, never rebelling, never forgetting Him for even a heartbeat.
But we humans — we, who were given reason and hearts and tongues — we forget. Still we humans are so selfish that we often ignore the mercy of our Lord. Still we humans are so full of sins that we do not care for the blessings that surround us, the signs that call to us in every leaf and drop and breath. Still we humans are so arrogant that we do not repent to our Lord, even though every star in the sky and every grain of sand on the shore bears witness to His greatness, His mercy, His forgiveness.
How ungrateful we have become, though we are the ones most favored by Him. He gave us eyes to see His signs, yet we close them. He gave us hearts to feel His nearness, yet we harden them. He gave us voices to praise Him, yet we use them to complain. What stops us from falling to our knees in tears? What pride holds our tongues from whispering His name in remorse? What veil keeps our hearts from trembling when every other thing in this universe trembles before Him?
So what is delaying us? Why do we wait for sorrow to remember the One who never forgets us? Why do we seek comfort in fleeting things, when everlasting peace lies only in turning to Him? Come, let us set aside our arrogance and our worries. Let us weep before our Lord and ask for His forgiveness, for He is the Most Merciful, and He loves to forgive. Let us let go of the burdens of our sins, for His mercy is wider than the oceans, His love gentler than the morning rain.
This life is short, a breath between two silences — so let us live it with humility and gratitude. Let our hearts soften like the earth after rain, and our eyes shed tears not of despair but of hope. Smile, for your Lord is near. Smile, for He is watching over you with mercy. And like every other thing in this world — the raindrops, the stars, the winds, the mountains — we too praise our Lord, who is truly Great and exceedingly Merciful.
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Disclaimer:
This poem is written from the heart of a human — a reflection on the mercy of our Lord and the self-centeredness often found in mankind. It aims only to remind us of how deeply God loves us and how we, in turn, should act with gratitude and humility. It is not intended to target or criticize any religion, belief, or culture. Its sole purpose is to spread positivity, faith, and reflection on the beauty of divine mercy that surrounds us all.
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