Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Falling Rain

The Rain falls all around me,
and yet I can not feel it.
I am free.
Puddles are at my feet,
but I am not getting wet
I am free.
People are running around me,
getting out of the rain,
but I stand still
I am free.
The air smells fresh,
Chrisp and clean.
I am free.
Free of the worry,
free of the pain,
Free of the unknown.
Because the falling rain has washed it away
and I am free.

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