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Details | Tanka | |

HEAVEN'S GIFTS

Three gifts from Heaven 
All priceless in their appeal
Yes.. Faith, Hope and Love
They descend on us like rain
And the greatest of these.. Love!

Contest: Regina's "Faith, Hope and Love Tanka"
Date: 8-27-14
Poet: Lyric Man


Details | Lyric | |

Staring Into My Own Reflection(Inspired by Rain Cerdiwin Keetly)

if you can see into the depths of my heart 
you would hear it sing the saddest song 
for those who have looked for meaning in tragedy 
for those have suffered terminally
for i have fallen just like them
i have been forsaken 
i've looked into your eyes and i see my own reflection 
i see the tears you have cried
i know you are alone and afraid 
your innocence betrayed 
but look into these eyes 
i have struggled and suffered just like you 
grab my hand you'll no longer be alone 
just think this through
for i have fallen just like you
let's stop this trend of sinking
for we are not alone
together we can break this threshold
locked in this embrace
together we will not break
bound together by something stronger than super glue
will you think this through? 
will you realize that i'm just like you? 
just look into this heart
don't let this world tear us apart
for i have suffered just like you
together we shall never fall
nothing can push our backs up against a wall
we will break through! 
believe in me! i believe in you!


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Furies of heat and water

the burning ball of sunlight
the wind fueling hotbeds
flaming aisles paralyze
heated steering wheels 

the pouring sky floods landscapes
the gusty wind fuels waves
submerged aisles paralyze 
rusted steering wheels

worlds in motion and despair
fire and water destroy
while occupants paralyze
heaviest  steering wheels

furies of heat and water
as presented on the news
people in traffic jams and
opposite rages 

© Elly Wouterse

Entry for Giorgio A.V.'s
Impress me - V (Old / New) Free Poetry Contest Details
7th theme - Nature


Details | Ballad | |

Noonday Sun

Noonday Sun

Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for a reprieve from the day,
The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt,
“Where is the end of all this?”
“To what end is this, Lord Buddha?”
And he points to the clouds,
And says, “Wait”
And in that moments waiting,
We think to our children,
And we look to their faces, smiling faces though still starving in tattered rags,
And we understand, that there is a brighter day for them,
For someone made the Sun I tell you,
For someone made the Sun,
And as the Son heats the clouds,
We feel the wind on our heat scorched faces,
And we say, “Allah, what is the meaning of this?”
And she says, “Wait!”
And in that moments waiting,
We think of Mother Jones pleading for her people as she speaks truth to power.
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We begin to grasp the nature of a Grace that suffers with us,
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We look to each other,
And feel the warmth of a Noonday sun.


Details | Rhyme | |

Smile

Hot 
Tears 
Stream 
Down.
Lava rain on a window pane.

Pain and struggle deteriorate the mind,
clock with out a tick, 
Just a waste of time. 

The Devil shows in spurts 
killing our inner minds, 
but God lurks and 
In him you will find 

Your sanctuary, 
little bit of heaven. 

May be hidden, like 
sherlock you MUST detect it, 
find it. 

The Holy Trinity. 

Protect hearts from 
The ideologies of society. 
Let your mind be free. 
Break titanium chains of obscurity.

Let your eyes be wise,
Visual intellectuals.
Let hearts love freely.

White Doves defying gravity with 
Glistening ruby rose petals.

The great ones struggled. 
Adversity rampant. 
Overcame the strain.
For that, 
They are heroic. 

Sear ambitions in your mind,
A picture you framed it. 
View it everyday 
Erase pain you came with.

Angels transformed by the New Testament.

The next day comes, 
Birds croon a harmonious song 
As they bask in the Sun.

Angels transformed by the new testament.


Our lost ones are adding glow to the Sun. 
Through fire rain and
Smoky clouds,  

God's Son's rays always shine through. 

Let loved ones gain 
Immortality through contagious smiles
Reflecting the Light.
As we create
Our own spotlights.


Details | Rhyme | |

Miracles Rain From Heaven

It came into existence from the breath of God 
Just look at animals, people, trees, and look at a bird
The blind will begin to see
People in bondage of sin is now free
The famine will be fed with loaves of bread and fish
A hospice child is granted and receives a wish
People with cerebral palsy will walk
A Chinese man with a speech impediment will suddenly talk
A New York fireman is in a burning building walks out untouched
On a movie set a stunt woman does an amazing and impossible stunt
A very racist white man get saved in a all black church
An illiterate and homeless man gets saved and a hour later get hired to work  
A man rushed to hospital in trauma flat lines awake and yells for wife
A young mother addicted to drugs become clean and gives Jesus her life  
Everyone these people can be a witness and be a disciple 
That heaven rains miracles

John 1:16, 17 From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after
another. For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. 


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Cowboy | |

The Farmer and The Cowboy / Deuteronomy 11:13

The Farmer woke, 
Before break of day, 
And for a little rain did pray. 
Then hitched his team, 
And plowed the land, 
Given him by the Master’s hand. 
 
The Cowboy awoke, 
And a prayer he sighed, 
“Please give us rain, for the prairie is dry.” 
Then in the heat, 
He did rope and brand, 
The cattle given him by the Master’s hand. 
 
At night, before sleep, 
The Farmer read, 
The words from the Bible that God had said, 
“If you’ll keep my Commandments, 
In it’s season I’ll make it rain, 
And you shall eat, 
And your land shall fill with grain.” 
 
The Cowboy fell asleep remembering, 
A verse his Ma had read, 
A promise God made and the words he said, 
“Love and serve the Lord God, 
And it shall come to pass, 
That I shall make it rain, 
And for the cattle, there shall be grass.” 
 
So each resolved, in his own way, 
To be a better man, 
And follow closely the Commandments, 
And there-fore save the land. 
 
And though they never met, 
They prayed for the same thing, 
And watched the sky for the clouds, 
And the rain that they would bring. 
 
And though it was long in coming, 
The drops fell upon the land, 
And revived and refreshed these special places, 
Given by the Master’s hand. 
 
The Farmer and the Cowboy, 
Each prayed for the land of which they were fond, 
And through their belief, they saved the Earth, 
Through the Lord’s Common Bond.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Light Poetry | |

For The Soul's Good

What a difference the sun makes. All the flowers begin to show And the meadows we pass Are full of lush green grass While all the earth takes on a warm glow. Yet we know rain is also needed Or the meadows will be parched and dry. And all the flowers that bloom With their own sweet perfume Will slowly wither and die. So it is with the seed that is planted Deep within the heart of us all. Though it is tended by LOVE Through God's grace above He allows some rain to fall. For it is tears that nurture compassion. Tenderness can come out of pain. For all the struggles we bear Are to teach us to care. They're all part of life's pure refrain. The earth is nourished by sunshine Yet the rain replenishes too. For the earth to succeed It is both that she'll need So nature provides her due. In our lives we want joy and laughter Yet sorrow too must play its part. So each soul receives its measure Of pain and pleasure So love can blossom in the garden of the heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Refuge

I find myself in the middle of an ocean
Lighting, rain and waves crashing
No land in sight
No refuge in sight
No beacon to point me home
I struggle to stay afloat
The water so cold and black
How did I get here?
Where do I go?
What can I do?
Frantically I search
I look all around
But there’s nowhere to turn
I shout with all I have
But there’s no one to hear
The storm is relentless
The waves continue to roll and splash
Trying to shove me under
I can taste the saltiness of the water
As a wave catches me
Slaps me in the face
The water burning my eyes
Blurring my vision
Making me panic
Making me want to fight harder
To keep my head above water
But my legs are growing weary
My arms are starting to tire out
My feet are like cement 
My breath ragged and fatigued
As the rain beats down
I cry out again in desperation
As I start to sink
Down to a watery grave
Into the depths below
The water so icy and wet
In my mouth
Down my throat
Burning in my lungs
Fully submerged now
I look up at the surface
And I see hope
I see refuge
I see a hand
Reaching down to me
Tightly grasping me
Pulling me against the force
That’s pulling me under
My head breaks the surface
My eyes open wide
As I gulp in the air
Pulled free and rescued
Not a moment too soon
Not a moment too late


Details | Light Poetry | |

Beside me

The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep
I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep
I shake up believing it all was a game
Taking me under an ocean of rain

You stand there beside me to ease up the pain
Without you it's all just adventure to gain
A proud face- the star leading me on my path
Shining, to give me the strength of your light

In order are finally all priorities set
Happiness, joy from the world to get
Go, fight, become whoever you want,
Your dreams are all yet to be found...


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Inevitable Fate

Everybody knows the poor stay poor, right?
Ohh poor me…Ohh poor me they cry…
Yet they do nothing, absolutely nothing to change things
I say,  stop your crying…
Ohh poor me Ohh poor me
Shun that miserable disposition of yours and change things
I believe in you…I think you actually CAN do it…
Why don’t we go off…off to college or trade school
I will take you…guide you…help you cry no longer
Ohh poor me…Ohh poor me

Everyone knows the fight is fixed, right?
Yet they continue to gamble on their dreams
They count on luck and forget about hard work
A young beauty wishes to be saved by some prince
Ohh save me prince…save me prince
Yet she does nothing…nothing to save herself from a life of dependency…
I say, why not get some self-confidence
Let’s look past the torrid rain that surges down
That rain that sometime makes things look so very bleak
You can do it….I believe in you…You are strong
Ohh save me prince…save me prince
You will not need to cry much longer

Everybody knows …the dice are loaded, right?
Yet they do nothing…absolutely nothing to stack the deck in their favor
A man loses his job and he NEVER saved a penny when he was making the ‘big bucks’
He gorged and spent like he was entitled to it…like he was invincible
Now, he cries such a lonely cry....
"How can I go on?"  
"Poor loser me…poor loser me”
I know you can go on…you can get a new job… discover a new skill
You can learn from your mistakes and….
Next time you’ll save your money when times are good
Then there will be far less depression and far less decisions to be made…
Come with me and I will show you that you can do it…You are resilient …
He ignores my plea…and he continues to cry…
“Poor loser me…poor loser me”
He blindly stares at his coffee cup...his glance slowly shifts to the revolver 
He takes a deep breath





Details | Rhyme | |

Misty Rain

Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Lost in the storms of life somewhere
It's almost more than a soul can bear.

Time is an ever rolling thing,
Losing friends in a never ending game.
Lost forever in a world not the same,
Darken skies shedding its rain.

A veil of time like a sentinel stands
Waiting for the summons to enter its land.
Many a friend is lost to its call,
All will enter this misty wall.

Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Tell this story to all around
Friends depart and are not to be found.

Walk in a world dark and grey
Without old friends to light the way.
Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.

When in time a summons I hear
To my earthly cradle I go without fear.
There my old friends, with arms open wide,
Will lead me to the other side.

From that misty veil one cannot hide
All must enter to get to the other side.
A time of joy follows a day of tears
As friends are waiting to remove all our fears.


Details | Quatrain | |

Let The Rain Come


Storm clouds gather over the mountains The day suddenly heavy and dark The graveyard murmurs old songs Totems and headstones standing stark Native artists gave the spirit world voice Gods of nature speak though their art Wings steadily raised in supplication The spirit world and man not far apart The raven knows of the other world He calls out to those left behind "Prepare for the cleansing rain coming Death comes to the body, not to the mind"....
Barbara Gorelick 8/18/11


Details | Verse | |

In the Rain Drenched Sand

I write a message in the rain drenched sand I scrawl my words with trembling fingers I appeal to him with my thoughts And he listens to my prayers He says, I am his child My whole life he has planned for me He is part of my heart and soul An exquisite shining pearl And like a fisherman gathering his net He gathers his children to him His love has no bounds He is the inspiration for my poetry A light showing the way I write a message in the rain drenched sand I scrawl my words in the wet While he holds my trembling hand Inspired by the poem In The Palm Of His Hand By Vienna Bombardieri Written for the Copy Cat Contest Sponsored by Joann Grisetti


Details | Rhyme | |

What Beauty Is

Beauty Is…

The sharp crunch of a leaf,

red-yellow under your feet

the crisp air of morning hours

the endless colors of all flowers

the exciting sensation of deja-vu

quand tu marches dans une nouvelle rue

it’s the gentle pounding that you get

when your hand touches your chest

the constant beating of your heart,

with no effort on your part–


Beauty is…

The steady patter of the rain

as it goes down the sewer drain

reminding you that with love

come the blessings from above

it’s the sound of a laugh

finding your other better half

it’s the song of a bird

those touching words that you heard

it’s the curve of a smile

that you’ve craved for a while–


Beauty is…

The confidence of an animal in the wild

the innocent sincerity of a child

the softest touch of a mother

a surprise hug from a brother

it’s a father’s warm, gentle gaze

helping someone through a maze

it’s the bond between sisters

of the likes I’ve never known

it’s in friendships so strong

you can’t ever feel alone–


Beauty is…

The balance human beings have

to stand straight on two feet

it’s the magic of the pen

to realize ideas on a sheet

it’s how humans from different

worlds can relate,

it’s your kind neighbour

and supportive classmate

it’s the patience

remarkable people go through

in situations so mind-boggling

you only wonder what you’d do–


Beauty is…

Found in visiting someplace you’ve missed

undeniable in that priceless moment of bliss

in the silent loudness of a sound

as you prostrate with your head on the ground

the sparkling tears of joy from one’s eyes

the discovery of deep truth among the lies

it’s in the unique snowflakes

with their meticulous design

it’s in looking through a microscope

at nature’s details so fine–


Beauty is…

Praying in the woods

among fall leaves and the trees

It’s that sweet smooth loving caress

on your cheeks from the breeze

Beauty is not found in make-up,

nor found through luxurious gates

it’s a universal blessing that many

forget to contemplate–

Now I’m not sure how to end this,

Cuz this topic is quite endless…


Simply put– Beauty is serenity

It’s the peace found within you

it’s no wonder now that we say

Salamu alaikum, Peace be upon you…

So may you find on this day

Colorful wonders out of the gray

You have all the beauty that you need

To satisfy your soul’s spiritual need,

After all, God is sprinkling on us some of His Beauty

And to appreciate it is the least of our duty…. ~


Details | I do not know? | |

The Storm

Rain falls on the roof
Each drop plays a familiar note
I toss and turn no sleep to be found
The storm rages on

A chill fills the summer air
My body aches with fear and longing
No comfort to be found inside
The storm rages on

Raindrops hit my face
One by one, they awaken my senses
To erase fear, doubt, and sensibility
The storm rages on

Lightning streaks across the sky
I am blind to the dangers ahead
In the flash of light I see only hope
The storm rages on

As fast as it came
The rain starts to fade
I retreat inside my shelter
The storm rages on

My thirst overcomes me
I am consumed by the need
To feel the rain on my face again
The storm rages on

The stars shine like gems
On a cloudless night
I toss and turn no sleep to be found
The storm rages on


Details | Free verse | |

I still believe that after every rain, comes a rainbow

...I thought i could trust you,
When i needed somewhere to run to.
You see,
Somehow i cant forget you,
Not after all that we've been through.
You used to bring light to my darkness,
But not anymore,
Sometimes i wish you'd come back running to my door.
But i still believe,
After every rain theres a rainbow.
After every moon theres a sun.
And i,
I still believe,
That theres a way.
I thought i could trust you,
When i had nowhere else to turn to.
We used to laugh and play,
But you said you loved me anyway.
But i still believe,
After every darkness theres a light.
After every rainy day,
Theres a rainbow,
Theres a light..


Details | Verse | |

Jesus' rains

the Word within the water of souls                                                                               Washing the cold shallow bowl                                                                                      The seed of self fell to the ground                                                                                     Oh mighty waters that drown                                                                                          The harden husk of a heart cracked                                                                        Revision the priceless abstract                                                                                      On past the introspective death                                                                                     To sprout new life perspective's breath                                                                            Of darks and lights of wrongs and rights                                                                        Leaving the dark night embracing the bright                                                                      By peaceful still waters a reflection                                                                                 It began with a drop this pool's conception                                                                     Flowing into a world it's self can not contain                                                                   The immeasurable love of the Lord's rain  -Rhymed verse


Details | Free verse | |

THE MURMURING OF A TRAVELER

Once when I was kept in the safest column
 He was already standing beside my mother's womb
 Whispering me lullaby
 And I was happy
 
Before I walk my day
 He was already standing in the doorway
 Packing me provisions so I could make it through the day
 I said 'Where are we going?'
 He said 'To the Garden where river flows'
 And we went
 
We passed by a forest
 Heavily infested with unruly beasts and serpents
 Standing therein were brute trees
 In different sizes and in different shapes
 Whose branches were against each other colliding
 All their leaves stared at me despairing and beeding
 I said 'This is dark, lonely and cold'
 He said 'Tighten your grip, you will be safe'
 And we went
 
To my relief 
We reached a healthy field
 Pleasantly rugged by blossoms of all sorts
 The frogs altogether singing 
Spreading my arms under the rain dancing
 And I was happy
 
I said 'I want to stay here'
 He said 'No, the rain and the blooms are not forever'
 I said ' I will keep some red roses'
 He said 'They are not yours to keep, they wither and die'
 And we went
 
Unto the empty hut, we went
 I approached and cried
 'When are You going to cease giving commands?
 Is this what You brought me here?
 Run my living?
 You are a selfish God!'
 And I wept
 
On shadows, 
He spread me blanket
 On daybreaks,
 He lay me bread
 Yet I wept and wept further
 
Many evenings visited
 I turn and toss 
And toss and turn
 I could not rest
 Like an orphan child standing next to stranger's home
 
To Him I walked, I cried 'I am sorry' 
And said
 'Thank You for Teaching and Guiding
 my restless, fractured, aggressive heart;
 Thank You for being the Source of Light
 where dark alley could I be if You do not lamp my way?;
 Thank You for All-Hearing
 all my longings and unspoken words;
 Thank You for Forbearing
 my dissatisfaction, whining, wanting more and complaining;
 Thank You for being the All-Mighty
 making me strong, I swear I will make it through;
 
And just in case my flesh fails
 Do not leave me by the road
 Take me to the Place where all this journey for'
 
He said
 'How much can you weigh of My bounty?
 I never been unkind to you'
 
Although I wept,
 I was happy
 
And we went.


Details | Narrative | |

The Golden Cup

there he sat, still an Restless
under the muddy light post
on the Slimy, Cruel hill

the Dust blew in a daze
and Mud spat in his face
the Rain began.

there he watched his home Bury away
his mother, father, sister, and son
fly deep into the waves

the Fog sat in, and sat thick
while the Wind roared in wheezing and pushing
the rain kept on

then came a rich, beautiful man
bearing a clean red cross on his chest
his smile sympathetic, but reason hollow

Depression crept in, slow and quiet
picked a spot and was made comfortable
the Rain crashed hard

but there, behind the clean blond hair
over the mud, and past the dirt
a smooth, white cloud beckoned.

his heart, blackened and crushed.
the Rain, deep and dark inside, had Stopped.


Details | Couplet | |

Raindrops Falling

God is blessing me again
with precious little drops of rain.
He’s taken on those watering chores
that had been keeping me outdoors.

Now I have time to take my pen
and ink some poetry again.
I’ll write until the sun comes out
and puts those rain clouds all to rout.

In spring I got a little weary
and grumbled that the days were dreary.
I pleaded for the rain to stop.
A farmer must put in his crop.

The summer brought a bit of drought
and raindrops I have done without.
Until today with welcomed rain
God’s blessing's falling down again.


Details | Bio | |

A Deal With Death

As i sit in this hospital bed right now i start to get weary and i stand up to catch my bearings and i collapse. and as soon as i hit the ground i fall down the rabbit hole so to speak. i reach the end and fall out of a rain gutter, and i fall into this dark street. As i look around there is nothing but these old rickety projects for houses built in this "Jack The Ripper" looking area. and i started walking and saw someone and with every step i took my breathe got a little colder. it wasn't concerning me until i started shaking i got so cold, and i realized i didn't know where the hell i was going i guess i had just been walking for 2 hours. and i stopped walking and realized i was in the same spot where i fell out of the rain gutter. now this bothered me, But then i heard a very old man's soft voice calling my name, i didnt know the man but i recognized the voice. so i started to run towards the echo of his voice and finally caught up with him but as soon as i went to touch him he collapsed into a lifeless corpse laying on his stomach wearing exactly what i was wearing and i turned him over and it was me............. and then i woke up and i found out i was in a 2 and a half month coma and i just came out..