Rain. It falls down on me. Silent soft spring rain. Heal me. Hold me. Wash me clean. From all that has been. From all that should not have been. I lay down on the ground. The newborn green grass gently envelops me from the world. I feel. Therefor I am. I breathe. Therefor I exist. Now. All is unseen. Like a blank piece of paper. Where I can write. All I want. Everything I dream of. I raise myself up and touch the burning April sky. I have wings again. Now I will fly.