Ah it's raining.
Too heavy, like it is pouring down every anger of the sky. The wind is strong, it blew everything away. The raindrop is falling strongly, as it is hitting the ground with every strength it has. I'm stuck in the rain, seem like that, I don't really care. The sky is covered with grey clouds, all I can see through the rain is grey. And ut's cold. Each drop falls in my head, my shoulder, my face is cold like ice. Of course it is wet. I hate being wet. But I don't know why I don't want to find any place to hide. I just want to stand here alone in the hard rain, chilling. Water is all over my face, roll down in my cheek. Is it rain or my tear? I can't distinguish.
The rain drags Black Sun down
The rain keeps falling hard, and I'm becoming more and more wet, more and more cold. But I know this is nothing compare to the rain in his heart. That rain is colder, harder. The rain which is in his time of powerless. It hurt me when I know there's nothing I can do to stop the rain. I decided to do this one thing: not come to see him, though my heart is hurt and like it is broken. I know my presence would make him nothing but upset because of the realization of powerless. If he didn't see me he could forget about me and SS and enjoy his normal life. I think that will help make the rain stop. But I was wrong. The rain was just getting harder.
The rain stopped. Like the rain in the day I once again gave him power. It had stopped when he had power, when he could protect his family and friends once more. It had stopped when I came back to his life. I saw the moment he cried put and the rain fell violently to his body. But that time I knew I could stop it. And I dried it. The rain in his heart also stopped. He smiled, he had smiled. His face was lightened, he wasn't upset anymore.
I finally did it.
From now on, there will be no rain that I can't stop.
There will be no rain, not anymore in his life.
Because…
The rain dried by White Moon.