Objective?

Never had it rained so concentrated.

Each drop convincing the earth,

you knew it was needed.

Watering flowers on your grave,

they needed it too.

From each point of the lake

that pulled your vision

the color was dark silver.

Not shimmering,

but accepting.

Never had I felt so alive.

Knowing why because

I came to secure that

one single anonymous day I will die.