Down memory lane

That same night in the same rain, under the same sky.

Alone I walk in the empty street with pitter patters of rain coming down on my trusty umbrella like a ticking bomb. Mercilessly, urgently, impatiently...

That same night in the same rain, under the same sky.

The wind coming right at me. I shudder in cold as the water droplets invaded my shirt, soak through and seep into my skin like deadly poison.

That same night in the same rain, under the same sky.

The cold that nags at me. The cold that begs my attention. That same coldness that reaches the depths of me- contempt and punishing.

My spirit devolves as I'm forced to come face to face with...

That same night in the same rain, under the same sky...