And there she was, constantly brewing emotions inside me.
A tempest, she must be.
And there was me, whose heart had been etched with these words;
I love the rain.
But not as violent as this one.
"With a storm as disastrous as you are,
No rainbow will come after."
A tempest, she must be.
And there was me, whose heart had been etched with these words;
I love the rain.
But not as violent as this one.
"With a storm as disastrous as you are,
No rainbow will come after."