'In Control'

The sky of youth was perfidious: it has seduced our soft hearts with the sublime smile of sunrays, but it was hiding the rain— the precipitation of first love's pain… The innocence is always the fool! — but the innocence was powerful! nowadays, we are ‘in control'— we are the meteorologists: We prognosticate, we anticipate, we temper the temptation, and the temperature of our blood, but we wish for the rain with its pain to bathe in it again: To cleanse the dust, —the rust that has been accumulated in these virginal vehicles of life, whilst being ‘in control'.