Rain...

Rain… a sense of elation for a destitute soul… Apathy takes over, drains the heart of blood and injects its venom. Is there but no relief, for all I feel is nothing, I don’t even know what that is like for emptiness has lost its meaning as something has to be present for one to feel its void once it’s gone… The falling rain, it has drenched me, one of the only benign things my soul could allow me to fully embrace. When was the last time any of us felt the warmth originating from our chest and spreading right to our tip toes, I don’t even know what the phrase ‘making me weak in the knees’ means…

The rain falls and continues to fall and I see people running indoors, they might never know what they miss, the ostensibility that only the brave and damaged can defy, and I’ve never known myself to be brave. I’m not asking one to go and try to enjoy the rain and get soaking wet, you might hate it, and frankly… to each his own. But I ask you to go and find your rain like I found mine; it could be anything, but it’s something you find solace in. Stand on the edge and shout at the wind or look at a leaf and write a poem. Defy the convention and dare to hope. But most importantly don’t let apathy kick in, for most of us are young only once (I count myself as an exception)… Carpe Diem… Seize the day!!