Maybe it will rain

They ask, sir, what do I mean by quenching? It is to stand on the threshold of waiting with a new meaning that only rational people can comprehend, and to perform rituals for the feelings of lack, and to wait here on the verge of loneliness. The memory calls me to a dialogue that we had, and the thought breathes a life's thesis, after the mind has been filled and overflowing with songs of emptines...