Heavy rain, my Lord, you bring to the city, disclosing hidden thoughts; baptismal water steeping my body, rejecting my soul. Whispers of wind change to cries beyond my ear, scattered shadows evoke a whirl of remembrances; sweet entities, emotional shots made of broken destinies. And I ask you, my Lord, why my love lies in hate and my dreams in d**h; why the holy breath of life crossed my mud backwards; a book read from the end, that's what I am. Still raining, cold tears of lucid pity sliding down on my back, shivers of a life waiting for the rain to rise to the sky; illusions of a loving mind forced to live searching for a dream just to blow it out!