The rain surrounds me now, and clouds my vision. But I know, just because I don't see clearly, the path to take, I know it is there. The thunder speaks louder than my thoughts, the wind sweeps my umbrella from hand. I am soaked. Tears hidden, I wipe anyway, attesting to the same rule as the clouded path. My depth is too deep even for myself, and I fear I won't find the one who wishes to explore my innermost parts.

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