Rain....

Sometimes.... when it rains so much... and it never seems to stop....
You lose your vanity.
You lose your pride.
You re-examine why you think you need to stay dry at all.
You grow tired of trying so hard to stay dry.
You don't mind getting wet eventually.
Because the rain never stops for long.
You never get sick.
You never die.
It becomes obvious that the rain is part of your world.
You embrace it.
You adapt.
You change.
Because no matter what you do, how hard you try to see from other perspectives, or how vivid the memories of the time it didn't rain so much are... you can't stop the rain that's falling now.
You give up trying.
You can't even drown.
You stay drenched, soaked, you look strate up into the pouring sky... but nothing changes.
You can't die.
You can't slip off into insanity.
You can't stop the rain.
So you live with it.
What does it all mean?  No one seems to know.  Not even me.
Many speculate.... but the rain just falls harder.  And nothing changes anymore.
Just you, the rain, your sanity, and breath.
That's all you've got.
You lay down to die, but you bounce back up.
Nothing works!  Not even quitting.
Some fools would have you believe its as simple as what you think.
There's obviously more to it than that.
What if I begin to hate the sun....?
What have You done...?
What have I done.....