Between the Raindrops

I stroll between the raindrops and I feel nothing, for no wetness of emotion will touch me.

I journey between the raindrops of life and I am dry, I will not allow it in to attack my body, my brain or my senses.

I travel between the raindrops of time unscathed by it all, impermeable, unchangeable and inviolable.

I roam aimlessly between the raindrops and there is no sense of loss, love, desire or need.

I glide between the raindrops expecting to feel nothing but calm and peace, yet as I walk into the sun, I am wet.

I attempted to walk between the raindrops of emotion, suddenly realizing I was touched by it all.