Poem by Dr. Ahmed Alqaysi

 

On a rainy night,

as though the sky had decided to whisper its secrets to the earth…

The rain played its gentle melody upon the window glass;

tiny droplets racing one another,

others slowing down as if savoring the length of the journey.

I sat by the balcony, watching the city drape itself in a coat of wetness.

Lights reflected upon the streets like fallen stars pausing to rest,

and the air was heavy with the scent of rain-kissed soil—

that fragrance that feels like the beginning of a new love.

On nights like these,

the heart grows braver… and more nostalgic as well.

Rain washes away the soul’s rigidity

and returns it to a child who still believes in miracles.

I imagined you walking beneath an umbrella,

strands of your hair escaping its edges to greet the rain.

You laughed softly in a way no one could hear but me,

and I drew closer… closer still…

until the rain itself became a witness to us.

I take your hand—

no fear of getting wet,

no trembling from the cold;

for the warmth of your fingertips is enough

to kindle within my chest fires that never fade.

On a night like this,

we need nothing more than a small café

on the corner of an old street,

and two cups of coffee rising with steam

rich with the aroma of dark roast beans,

like a silent prayer,

and a long gaze that shortens all the distances

we have lived apart.

The rain outside,

love within,

and you and I between them,

writing stories upon the windowpane,

then letting them fade with another passing drop—

so they remain ours alone,

a beautiful secret known only to you and me…

and that rainy night.

Written by / Dr. Ahmed Alqaysi