Between Lines of Black and White

Note 3: A Scenario of Rain

There i was walking through an unclear path, drenched in the beams of a continuous rain shower falling from the melancholic cover of today...reminiscent of another.

Through a time without sun and a space without warmth, i watch my vision become an ocean through the swift lines of water descending from the sky. How the world becomes ever so blue, soaked of its contrast and saturation in a period of drowning lament: submerging and pulling me into its current.

Passing by, a frigid collision of a stray droplet onto my face repeats itself over and over in a loop and streams like a waterfall similar to certain tears that once flowed down those same cheeks. Why was there no coldness to be found from an empty barrage of the evening downpour? Maybe the feeling was something i was used to; a cold emotionless display of beautiful solemnity... even in the most torrential conditions.

Maybe within me.

I was nowhere to be found. Only puddles left from the heavy shower that i sadly rained on you.