Sky-Falling Gold

Some complain of snow Some complain of the cold But what falls from the sky Is much more golden than gold Blessings from the sky Yet we turn a blind eye We instead express our disgust When we could turn our sins into dust We could pray to alleviate someone’s pain But instead we scowl and frown on that rain We could thank God instead of making a fuss (It’s not like He’s throwing rocks down at us!) A time to be grateful, Yet we just complain We could be making precious du’aa For major beneficial gain But it’s easier to grumble Roll your eyes and shake your head You may regret not taking advantage of this When you’re long gone and dead Don’t delay being Grateful to your Lord Let your heart live out The ‘alhamdulileh’ word.