My umbrella asked me once why I need her only when it rains?
Do I love her or hate the rain?
I couldn't say her neither I love her nor I hate the rain
and the day my soul could gather the courage to walk in the rain without her
naked love don't need to suffer again.
I love the rain, perhaps everyone does. Yet we carry umbrellas. I guess we don't need to protect our self from rain, rather we need to protect our expensive belongings. Whether these belongings are restricting us to feel life? Do we really need these belongings....artificial things and artificial behavior or artificial us?