Torrents of Rain
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it; don't ask me if I do. I am deeply upset that I do not thus far and cannot be held responsible for any impulsive, frenzied conduct on my behalf--which is another disclaimer in itself...
Pensively, I pour myself onto the harbor streets as I pour myself onto you. I poignantly let my morose reflection ebb so delicately onto the blossoms and ribbon preceding the threshold of both dignified cliff and altar of inseparable bondage. The flow is unbound onto the roses, village, and sea; just so with my heart into these pages. Sweeping through the sinuous, muddied street and raining my rage, I yet remain volatile, uncontrollable; thundering wrath mercilessly, I bear foreboding to the fragile bride whose frail form trembles with the terror of my onslaught. The inured groom, so dauntless, inwardly pulsates at my omen. I transform soft earth to miry muck.
This delight is not the target of my piercing arrows. I sense the impending armies and injustice burnishing the furnace so well-disguised until the coil springs at last. My innermost reaches cascade over Port Royal. I try to warn them with the torrent, but it does nothing. My failed attempts at trying only result in portentous thunder. None understand me, only quail. Communication manifests itself at best as repetitious patters. The symphony of of emotions siphons itself out, and I ease this tumult. Acceptance of fate permits finally this course. I can do nothing to hinder destiny. Bravery is not what shall hold us firm, but hope. It takes its course as I leave mine. I should arrive with new life and restoration, not abandon my task for that which I can neither alter nor affect. Perhaps it is through the tempest and fire the jewels become as the flames themselves, illuminating the world through its hazy mists.
Author's note: I know its kinda angsty, depressed, and doesn't make much sense. I have some LotR ones I'm working on, but AP classes suck up life and all spare time. I wrote it while sick and watching DMC for the eighth time that day. I welcome all reviews as I am fervently working on my writing skills in the scraps of minutes I finally find. I would love any constructive pointers. This is my first real fic. Please don't be too cruel. It is written in the personification of the rain in the beginning of DMC. Reviews are the rewards I receive as I don't have a published book...yet...they mean much to me...PLEASE!Please leave a review! I know you people are reading this. I feel like writing more when you hoist my self-esteem. You shall incur the wrath of Davy Jones should you not tell me what you really think of my fic. Please don't force me to release the kraken on you...