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And I walked down the street, under the heavy rain, happily ever, stalked by the eyes of the securely sheltered people. I saw stupidity . They saw madness.
I contented myself with the view, a faint smile on my lips. An everlasting faint!!
How would I explain that childish joy that enlights my insides, that eases magically pains, to hypocrits, praying the Lord for rain, and when it rains, they all build shields above their stone heads, and complain.
How would I explain that the sky, the clouds and me are tight-tied, with every single drop, I see pain, I see sufferance, I see sacrifice, I see mercy, I see pleasure, I see committment, I see life.
What's not to be enjoyed in the rainy cloudy gloomy days?