As I watch the skies outside my door turn to shades of black, and the “fog” of awkwardness and intrigue in my professional Life grows more and more thicker than the proverbial "pea soup," I am trying to maintain the mantra that the Light will continue to illumine “all my Hopes.” I love the rain. Light! - Please let it cleanse my heavy Soul! By the Graces of the Creator and the Light of the World; in the Hopes of my Redemption, my Salvation, and my Rebirth: I need to move FORWARD! I need my answers!!!
{the lyrics to Balligomingo's song "Purify"}
I kiss my window facing the South, where endless rains are splashing blue. And my mouth spills an ocean of words - crashing waves of intention. If I stood still under dark gray skies, would memories flood me with alibis? It's here where I stand, with time in hand. Prophesize those days. Rain on me! Wash the rain away, my dear... Incandescence can dance through white shades of sand. Perfects skies tell the tides. Rain on me! A thousand days of rain... I see the sunrise kiss my face, sometimes. I know the sun shines down on me. Rain on me! Feel the sunlight in my face. See the sunshine in my grace. Now that I know I am here... Wash the rain away my dear! Rain on me... Rain on me... | 
