The park where someone is. The park where I am. The smell of rain or the smell of grass. Slowly, something seems to move out of itself. When the beautiful beat of CEDAR LAW$ is on play, which I got a while ago, it makes us stand up and the poem is born. A rap that seems to be read aloud by J.COLUMBUS, and a hook that hums behind it. And YUKSTA-ILL to spit the ball of words. The two contrasting figures in the same scene gradually fold over. I hope that the QUESTION that I throw at the scenery in front of me will be the ANSWER by the time I get home. "I'm waiting for the rain that is supposed to fall." PARK ANTHEM.