I hit the road with no passerby to run around, And the night was like the road-pitch black; Having thunder bolts like white strips on it. Winds are whirling around and leaves are circling with deafening noise, Like fruit mix in a juicer. The tree branches were moving back and forth As a witch ruthlessly whips her lash and the tress were shaking like old shabby man. I was lying on the midst of the road; Waiting for the cool drops of rain- O rain, pure holy water from sacred grail of the heaven Amassed dripping tears from virgin souls at time of prayers! Come, fall upon me and wash away my sins. I wanted to resurrect, guiltless breath in the sun. I waited, waited and waved my head towards vast unknown sky But no shower came! Mighty Satan laughed like a squeaking mouse. But a whisper inside jabbed me to stand, It was me, who chose the road, Neither I was ready nor was this the end of the road. I should walk till the journey end or met with my guardian angel At the next crossroad!! 13.11.2013; 00:21 A.M