Letting it rain.

The symphony of raindrops,

Shatters the isolation.

Self chosen.

Self woven

They seep into your soul,

Tired that it is.

Healed fears.

Healed tears.

As it rains down on you,

You fight to let go.

Fearful pain.

Fearful gain.

You choose your mind,

The one you think exists.

Dance to the sound of the afternoon rain.

Dance to the tune of the declared sane.