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?
