It's the rainy days that clear the haze of mind so dazed in a stupor. However long or wide the gaze upon the myst may last, you can bet the mind's eye is filled with awareness as vast as the iris can pass. As the moist of the rain loosens my locs, the wisdom surges through my crown chakra; my antenna reads the energy from what your eye couldn't fathom.

Let the rain was away the worries ringing in your mind; flow with the cycles of life and avoid disgraceful patterns.

-SoulWiseiii