Underneath the Rain

Sometimes it rains in my small city. When such days occur i am often left alone with the crashing waves. Sometimes i reach into this endless ocean. For a moment there are no cars or loud noises... Everything seems so beautiful under the gloomy clouds. Such days are often my best days. People often say i am strange for doing this. But i don't live for people or their judgement.. Even though such a way of life is nearly impossible. I try anyway. But i am not perfect and often fail myself. So when it rains.. Like today i simply stand there. Collecting my thoughts along with my fraglie pride. And I smile. I actually smile underneath the crashing waves. Because no one can judge me here. No one. Robert Burton