The soft rain is nice, I like seeing the droplets and delicate mist on the spiderwebs, and on the dark, green grass, it's soothing, I wish I could lay down in it, but there are too many snakes around, they're slithering and sneering, I want to sink into the soft black dirt and red clay, never to be found, no more rumors and mockery, no more serpents and their hypocritical, forked tongues, liars, slanderers, phonies and frauds all accusing me of such things, if you break the layers of ice around me, and then and only then, will I know that you've been through some storms, I love storms, blue lighting and the melodic thunder that has always sounded like horses galloping, my favorite thing in the whole world, horses running in the rain.
-Ι