We have seen rivers of blood, rain of fire. This is not some kind of God’s sanction. It’s coming out of humans sick mind. While writing these few lines, I am hearing an mp3 file named “gentle rain falling”. It’s not human that sound and it’s such a good thing, gentle, refreshing, infusing hope. Nothing human has the humility of a rain drop. The drop of a gentle rain is ready to loose its individuality, while humans fight for their happiness, their idea of happiness, differing from that of onother human.
While people die killed by brothers and sisters rain will fall to wash away pools of blood and hybris.
