Life, Rain, And Everything in Between

To feel is to be human, to be human is to be messy. To be messy is to be imperfect. And if humanity is beautiful, so is imperfection. So why do we run from it? Nature itself is imperfect, is it not? Not every tree has all its grooves in the right place, not every raindrop is the same size, not every nook and cranny receives all the rays of the sun. And yet we worship it, we embrace and devote ourself to nature. 'Life, Rain, and Everything in Between' is the compilation of poems revealing the chaos and intensity of the mind and nature. how every tear is like a falling raindrop, how lights can glow like honey. In short, this book describes how man and the Mother aren't so different after all.