What the Rain Told Me

Emotional fragmentation

I want to talk about the rain. I do not know what has happened to me, why I opened my note and began to do this, to manifest in order to write about raining. It must be a rainy day. It was cloudy when I got up earlier although I appeared happy as well.

When it cries it tears up the sky.

I hear each and every drop drop. All of them were stories, a fact, a betrayal, a sorrow, existing in a world in which the clouds grow blacker every time it has seen something.

I hear it grumble, and cry, though screaming.

Thunder , A bulletproof song a blur in your head is seen.

A world is revealed in the scene, a situation of a drummer who was making me nod my head, and listen to a plan.

I would hope we might live without so real and too seen a dream.

Watch brothers and sisters drink water, praise God on that branch of life.

A group of idiots has to be killed or cursed with internal pain.

The light penetrates the heart, and in between there are roses.

To the beat and the movement, a stream in the ground soon moulds the figure of the new living.

it must be a leaf, a loop.