Stroll In The Rain Poem by Rupert Park

Taking a stroll in the rain
With no set destination.
Time is not accounted for.

Watching people go by
With hats tilted down,
Taking a stroll in the rain.

This unknown serenity;
Reality is shattered.
Time is not accounted for.

Our masks are washed away.
This is what we've become,
Taking a stroll in the rain.

Our existence found in every drop.
Destinies intertwine as
Time is not accounted for.

Everything set in its place;
None can comprehend.
Taking a stroll in the rain.
Time is not accounted for.