When It Rains, I dream of the Ocean...
Lately, the rain has become strange! As I travel, the sky is open, then as I pass a street, suddenly it starts to get dark, the wind blows and it starts to rain So, I quicken my footsteps, with an urgency to reach the destination sooner, to prevent myself from being cold, and wet Another street passes by and lo behold! the clouds retreat, carried away by the wind, no more it rains... There is no consistency, no surety in the life, as the second tickle by, there are so many things that are beyond our control, except death, that is the finality That finality is what compels us, moves us. to act, to brave the ocean. The ocean that we know deep down inside, we may not be able to cross. Perhaps, this flesh and bones will melt away, before we reach the shore on the other side. Like those before us, we pray solemnly to the gods, those known and unknown, but when as usual they are deaf to our plea we can only turn to the gods that live within us, the breath in our body, the sanctity in our so