They fear the storm, but they don’t see,
The force of life that lives in me.
I break the silence, I carve the way,
Through the darkest night and the brightest day.
Heavy rains fall, a cleansing tide,
Washing the wounds where secrets hide.
Each drop a truth, each gust a song,
A world remade where I belong.
Zain, they say, a name of grace,
Yet I’m the sky in all its space.
From thunder’s roar to soft moonlight,
I hold the depths of endless night.
So let me rage, let me rain,
I am the sky, I am Zain.
Not bound by fear, not chained by ground,
Infinite, fierce—where dreams resound.
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