Drenched were I,
when it rained ,
showering tear drops,
lost in the actuality of unagitated self,
melodies of gentle wind,
eyes washed,
cleared of all the dust ,
that gathers on soul and body,
breathing vivacity and vigor into stark ,
cold and cheerless sea of existence,
peeling away the layers,
soaking the barren land,
one drop at a time,
of benevolence ,
of tolerance,
of modesty,
and a hope to dream again,
to begin it all over ,
one drop at a time.