It rained enough to quench the thirst of the land today. I was rather content watching it come down in sheets, waves, ounces, inches, blankets. It drew me into myself so much so that I hurtled out into it, running with not a care. Pelting my face and skin, drenching my clothes, soaking my feet, covering my body.
Now long after my run, I sit in a dark room at the top of a dark tower and the sky echoes the lack of light in this room. The grey that covers it hides the moon from my view. But I'm not complaining. Tonight I'd rather see the blanket of grey, black, and what some might call 'dreary'. For you see, fuck those people.
With the rain falling like the nourishment that it is, I realize that immortality must be found there! In the water! The falling rain holds the key to what every man longs for. God has given it to us already, but we were too blind to see. I stand up instantly upon this realization. I have found something out and rather than write about it or shout it at the top of my lungs, all I can think of is seizing this opportunity! Without hesitation I throw myself out of the only window that the room possesses. The sensation of falling overtakes me, threatening to envelope my innards as they fold in on themselves; gravity sucking and pulling on my body without mercy. There is no regret though for I know what comes next...
... some of you think you do as well, but you are not in my mind and gravity is a filthy pigfucker. Here in my mind, even it takes a back seat.
I melt.
I blend.
I become.
I transform.
I mesh.
I flow.
I fall.
I crash.
I mend.
I splatter.
I am one.
I am all.
I am myself.
No sooner than gravity had sought to reel me in, had I become the rain. I fell, hard and fast, crashing into the muddy puddles below. But I was not defeated. I was not destroyed. I was alive.
I assimilated with the puddle, became the water. A liquid entity with no mobility, no way to make communication, no movement was possible. But I was no longer me. I was everyone and everything that had come before and after. The water of us all, the water of everything, we are one. You see, here is the key to immortality as one never would have even guessed. In the rain can we find what we all long for in some manner. The greatest society is the rain! A mobile, thriving, living, nourishing, city of trillions of souls. No! Not trillions!
An unfathomable number that spans the reach of time and space and I was in it! At the very heart of it, as was every soul before me. And with time, we evaporated. The puddle dried up and we again resided in the clouds, in the sky. A working community bent on becoming one yet again. Divided in the sky I felt alone and yet there was a deep longing and I suddenly knew what would come next as my own cloud grew heavy and grey with the amassing of souls...
In an inevitable downpour I saw it!
THERE IT IS! THIS IS IT! THIS IS US!, I wanted to cry but no longer possessing a way to vocalize my very real thoughts I felt lost. But I realized that at this point words meant nothing and there were no words fit to describe the scene. Rain doesn't use words because it has no need of them.
We each fell together, but separate. Beside me, above me, below me, other drops... other souls. All around me were the people of the past, long forgotten, or long remembered, or never known. And when we crashed to the ground once again we became one and I understood everything.
A thunderstorm signals that which we as humans seek, whether we are conscious of this quest or not.
In the rain we can find solace, knowing that it is indeed the key to immortality. I had found it and the pure bliss upon that final realization was something that I can never hope to put into words.
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