RainS, RhymeS and RuinS

And there I walked again, past my cozy shell

Inside the world in Rain, turning the haze off

The drops too small, moistening my mane
Not just that, too low did they fall
The earth puffed up, looking so rough

Promised me a walk, on that familiar lane.
 
I walked past the known, right with myself,
Wondering too hard, are reasons insane?
The drop grew heavier, the Earth so full
Almost snatched the veil, that draped the bodice self

It slapped my face hard, refusing to be lame
The moment proclaimed, a thought inside the skull.

The matter never reflected, not at least too often

The drops in that hour, proved to be a solace

The life within the water, water within the shrine

Drops bearing clarity, preaching me a chapter.
As I stared too hard, deeper into the space

The drop seemed clear, like the thoughts divine.

The lines that were out, dispersed into colours
Seven wasn't the count, not that they were dull

The questions that remained, indifferent & profane

Not to me of course, but to the fellow strollers

Rarity overpowered and it wasn't a lull.
How did this ever happen? And it wasn't inane.

Theories are words, words are sham

When they sprout without a reason
I knew it wasn't me, it was the holy Other

Anyone but me, and every other glance
Wondering if they mean, anything but treason
If not the person, is it there to bother?