Atop the highest peak, amidst the clouds,

The feeling replaces the mind that's known.

Rain begins to fall, like darkness, it shrouds,

it blocks all thoughts, nothing's heard but a drone.

The white flag is raised, I delve further in,

the recesses of the void called my mind.

I push the limits, faster, all my sin,

falls before me with the rain drops, they bind

my feet to the lush grass and flowers that 

spring from the ground, answering the call of

the downpoor. It ceases. Feelings combat

the oppression of emptiness.  Above

the sun parts the clouds showering its light,

I turn from its gaze amd walk out of sight.