The story of tragedy begins

As the sound of the rain drips.

Overwhelming fear strikes with each drop.

Heavy tears stream

As if intended to drop the world.

The gutters bleed out their pain,

Draining all sorrow.

Whispers in the distance

Are the stories of the rain.

An excluded figure of

A girl,

Now a ghost,

A guide to the innocent heads

That be burdened.

From the clouds to the roots

Of the trees,

The rain screams its stories of misery.

The miser y that's been taken

From the hearts of many.

All pouring into our hands.

Do you hear?

Her whispers cry the stories.

A legend and a tragedy

Now can you hear?