It's rainstorm, the heavens pour down rain upon my head. I throw my arms out wide to feel it fall and let it overwhelm all other thought the quiet hissing of its soft ascent and cold but welcome touch upon my skin combine to free me from my and coarse. And in that moment there is nothing else. The thoughts and pains all melt beneath the flow. So I would stay until the waters rose, a deluge that would bury me beneath. Thus baptized rise a new man fit to live