In my mind a there’s precipitation caused by dark clouds forming the humidity of the humility suffered and endured. The forecast calls for rain, which I’m not prepared for, but still it rains. So I dance in this rain, through the pain, acid... tears, salty are the tears burning my eyes. Oh how I despise the heavens for opening up, not my tears, God’s tears drowning me in my prayers; while I dance underwater, accumulated rain, through the pain. Inner happiness – what brings a smile when sitting quietly alone in an empty room; this is what I stand to gain in my mind; there’s a perception of precipitation, so I guess I’ll have to be buy an umbrella…..