A Man Sitting In The Rain...(my first post back in 2003)

A Man Sitting In The Rain...

One day I'm living in normalcy, the next, I'm perched on what one used to call a curb, on a vacant street corner, ankle deep in a murky, overflowing pothole. The rain is beating down so heavy, not only am i soaked from head to toe, but emotional flood insurance would have been a great investment. I tilt my head, tuck between my knees, and catch my reflection in the puddle that accompanied my sopping feet and the now brimming water. The visual echo shows the precipitation roll down my face mixing with my uncontrollable weeping. You couldn't differntiate between the two. I flipped through my Rolodex of emotional band aids and crutches. Was Mother Nature cleansing my soul? Was Jesus washing away my sin? Was Karma calling to mind the 3rd grade, when i stole Mary Jane's umbrella. Was Buddha raining down perfect enlightenment from the great rain cloud? Was Confucius saying "One who sits in the rain, gets wet"? Was Satan giving me my last taste of rain and cold, before fire and brimstone? Or is it just what it is, A man sitting in the rain...