Imagine yourself walking under the moonlight alone but your hoodie keeping  you warm and loved with the entire city lights cheering you on as you take one step at a time towards home- whatever  home may be to you. You plugged in your earphones and Lauren Marsh’ Dear Love plays along. “Tap, tap, tap.” The rain joined the bittersweet chorus of your heart.  You looked up and felt the sweet kisses of raindrops on your cheeks.  As it became stronger, it’s  warmth faded away. Now you’re  left alone cold in the dark. You found yourself looking through the stained glass window of a taxi. Pitiful rain, such betrayal. You took a long sigh and fogged up the glass. Why can’t my heart stop beating? And it beats  louder and louder like those ritual Djembe drum dances from West Africa. It went silent. “Tap. Tap. Tap.” There goes the rain again. I seemingly heard an invitation or so I thought.