Sometimes I walk in the rain;
Feet dug into the gushing waves,
Touching my skin,
The bubbles soar to penetrate,
Deep and deep…
Into a winding cacophony;
Of a heart that listens,
And a mind that evades…
Their variance is perpetual,
And their communion is a song;
To be sung,
In a visible haze,
Synonymous to Life,
For a singular;
And an eternal Journey!
