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And yes, it was how it all fell down upon me. Rain. Bucketfuls of rain. Downpour. Celestial torrents aiming at the core of the earth, the core of myself. Through my flesh, through my soul. Every cell of mine drenched and drowned, I stood, and then collapsed, sat, lay on the ground, reduced to nothing but one of the innumerable passages of rain (let’s call it rain, to give it a name, however arbitrary, for convenience).

And yet when it had all or almost all passed through this passage which had previously been me, I discovered something curious about it, this passage, myself.

There. Here. Within me.

A core.

A kernel.

As solid as diamond.

As weightless as light.

A free as a neutrino.

Immune to rain.

Immune to anything as raw as air.

Fresh like a new sprout.

An infant.

An infant aware of her own infancy, yet remaining an infant.

Ready for a new life.

For a new start, hopefully for something better, in this spoiled, rotten world.

I wait.

Patiently. Calmly.

Like one who, standing atop a mountain, waits for the sun to rise.

Like a hibernating bear waiting, subconsciously, for the warm weather to return.

I wait, for the night time.