He stands in the rain, Palms up to the sky, and he SCREAMS. Water rolls down his skin, tracing new paths on old, As the sky cries his tears. His chesty breath, hitches, says not but one word, why?.. must the clouds collapse? Does the sky know? Is this pain mutual? He just stands there. All of lives work, Summed up in one thing... This man in the rain. He begins to laugh, perhaps it's insanity? Or is he sanity in action? I don't know for sure, but there's one thing I do... He just stands. In the rain.