"He walks in the rain,
He likes the rain.
For feeling it hit his fur.
It reminds him that he still exists,
It reminds him that he matters.
For if he did not
The rain would fall through him.
It wont bother to end its journey on an non-existing mass.
But he does exist and the rain still falls.

on this day, there is rain.
Rain and sorrow.
Dark clouds turn the sky into clumps of gray clay.
The rain continues to fall hard.
Yet in this dark and rainy dispare
He continues to walk.
For he knows there cannot be darkness without light.
So instead of sitting in darkness,
He walks.

The rain stops.
A break in the clouds releasr a ray of warm sunlight.
He pauses in the light.
He breathes slowly,
In and out.
At last the light is here.
The clouds wither and disperse.

Yet, he does not stop.
He continues to walk.
For he also knows that there cannot be light without darkness.

He walks in the sun.
He likes the sun,
For feeling its rays hit his fur.
It reminds him that he still exists..."
-lobodiablo