Rain _ a Poem in Honor of Lady Furfur

Rain

When it's raining,
A curtain descends on my eyes.
My pain is erased first from my soul and then from the world,
And this is when I love this city the most.

You are the April rain that falls on me when I laugh,
This rain reminds me to laugh again.
You are the light that cleanses my soul and mind,
This light illuminates the path.

Kingdoms are built, rise and fall,
People are born, grow up and die.
But your eternal sun and moon continue to shine before the whole world.
And my immortal spring, through the wisdom of the falling rain, continues forever in my poems.

-Satan's Crow