Yogic Rain

It rained here yesterday
and my mantra slowed down.
It slowed to the point where it matched
The speed of water,
maybe slower,
still repeating,
Hua Allahu alazi, la illaha illa hua.
Keeping me steady in pace.

And as the rain came down I wondered why the waters
and the vision of my voice were dancing.
I'd never seen the sense of beauty be so melodic,
it was hypnotizing me under the stream.
Each drop seemed slower every inch.
Every inch another tempest of the timelessness of sleep.
I saw a world that had no order
and a man that had no peace,
because the time on which they border
could do nothing else but cease.