Imagine that the rain has stopped.

When you step outside, what do you smell?

I smell the ever-pervasive rot of civilisation as it crushes nature underfoot, smothering the human race with an ceasless, endless tide of mediocrity.

I step forth into a land of after rain, the air filled with the scent of raindrops antecedent, lingering as it fades away.
The rich aroma of the forest dulled by the mute shades of water that drown out everything with their mundane garyscale shades of odor.

I can sense the water on the drenched stone beneath percolating deep into the cracks and crevices of the granite that was birthed deep within the heart of earth from smelting heat and tempering flame. That immemorial glory reduced to pavement beneath the feet of men by the great engine of industry.

I feel empty, an aura of deep discontent displacing my heart, replacing flesh and blood with cold, smooth steel. Here, now, the past interwines with the future, creating this burden called the present. This illusion that i am witness to, thou shalt taken upon the same.

Amongst it all, i proclaim: one sea, one sky, one sovreign.

but yes, i smell rain