The sky pours upon me. I kept standing, letting it sock myself tothe boons. I literally liked it-so prestine, so sublime.
The drops, theglittering nuggets of life and love wraps me up. I stand quitely. I canfree the tourmanted
soul,the bruise humanity captured under myrib cage, slowly strocking to prove it's presence. Where I am rightnow? in the eerie
existance of something uncanny prevails around.Where I am? What is the meaning of my existance? The rain drops comesin,creating poddle,here,an appearently vast sheet of water there. Thestady ,torrential flow of eternal elixer wipes me out to thecore. The rain pures my soul. I am free now,like a condor,guarding theskyline of the ever menacing sea. My pain of not having anything inanytime of life,which wreathes me, gnews me out to the bone is no more.I can feel it, but the expression? Perhaps impossible.