Sidewaze Rain

On tough days, Vincent dreams of sideway rain: the only kind of rain, he imagines, that could penetrate the prison bars that have held him captive for the past thirty years. 

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"... it’s like this: these bars, they like continuous drops of rain. But you can’t run through them because they solid, right? So, what I do is, I tilt my head slightly to the side, just enough to make the vertical become horizontal. And then these bars, they become lines on a piece of paper, and I write my way out to my freedom. Can’t nobody stop that. That’s Sidewaze Rain baby. Anything you thinks holding you back that you might be scared to face or that might seem too great, take your time, adjust your perspective and you’ll find the way."