The rain comes in the form of the Guru,
like a refreshing coolness upon
the parched earth.
My Hazur’s name was Sawan.
Like a rain of mercy, they come
by God’s orders, and we should take full benefit by clearing up the land
of our whole being with Satsang,
where all the dirt and filth is thrown out.

Where there is true yearning and urge,
there God makes some arrangement.
He comes when there is a demand.