I stand alone
screaming in the rain,
its gentle caress washing
over me; the rain is
cold and fresh,
makes me realize
the bleakness of this
reality;
the rain is what
preserves my sanity,
keeps me conscious
of the fact that, by
nature, nothing is
constant, be it life,
death, or the in between,
as all things end
and all things begin
with mere thought...