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The revisit: Park

Here I meet my old friend, the park. A heavy rain obstructs my walk.
As it lightened the park, trees shielded me, and I continued my walk. The rain came to make the land wet once more and then gradually vanished.
A bit of fog appears, and I am in a different place. The setting is changed. The feelings are all known, but my presence is not there. It leaves me with a trail of emotions.

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I have met three people of the same kind, all at different parts of my life, all telling the same thing differently and yet I fail to comprehend.

I am absorbed to go to a secluded land. I have always found it isolated. An old car stands in the courtyard and weeds and shrubs grow all over.
I feel empathy, so strong that I might do myself wrong rather than do the wrong to the victim. On some days, I have to fight it strongly to stop it from overcoming the requisite mode of action.

The sun shines and works its balming effect as I walk back home.