Walking in the rain
@@ -40,7 +36,9 @@I can walk through the rain, that rare occurrence
and never be hit by a drop. There is a space around me
that refuses to be penetrated by weather of any kind
be it rain or snow or sunshine. Is it cold I hear you
asking in your voice soft as a breeze. No it is not
particularly cold. If I were to describe it as warm
I would be lying as well. If I were to pretend I heard
you, far-off, mirage, breeze on the horizon, no truth
would ever be said to have come from my frozen lips.
I can walk through the rain, that rare occurrence
and never be hit by a drop. There is a space around me
that refuses to be penetrated by weather of any kind
be it rain or snow or sunshine. Is it cold I hear you
asking in your voice soft as a breeze. No it is not
particularly cold. If I were to describe it as warm
I would be lying as well. If I were to pretend I heard
you, far-off, mirage, breeze on the horizon, no truth
would ever be said to have come from my frozen lips.