Bitter sweet, the taste of rain floods all senses. It does not come slowly but all at once, as if the storm that has been building for weeks, has finally hit. I hear the voice calling out to me asking me, telling me, commanding me. The rain keeps flooding in further and further and I struggle to breathe with the pressure. There is nothing here, nothing to pull me out.
Sweetness, it fills me up but makes me sick. The voice commanding, commanding, commanding until suddenly I lose all vision of what I once was so focused on, lose sight of the good and great. The rain consuming every inch of my body. The taste feels like nothing before and I can hear a million voices calling to me. Bitter sweet rain is gone. I am still. The sun has risen.