When I was young,
I thought rains were answers to the prayers of people. I believed that each drop had a special power to heal. I would dance in the rain and cleanse myself off of the things that I thought,then, were negativities.
There came a point in time when the rains lost their power to heal. I stood in rains drenched in water and hopelessness. The drops would scar me with their acids and form blisters on my heart that refused to heal.
Rains were no longer enough to cleanse me. I needed fire. Fire that could shrink my skin and enter my soul.
And then I found a mirror. And I saw flames in my eyes.