I don't see how the cold rain could be mistaken for anything such as cleansing and renewal. It simply washes away the dirt that cakes over your eyes, clearing your vision once more to the barren prospects of living in such times.

I see the rain as it turns the earth brown to green, living through others.

A parasite.

Though I guess that isn't entirely true. We need this rain, for it answers those questions that were once covered by dust and time.

I stand in the rain, realizing I am not without the answer. It is within.

The rain stops and the clouds roll past, revealing the light that pushes with all it's power the questions brought by darkness and the rain. Yet in the shadows they still remain, forever pushing to be realized, consuming once more.