There's rain in my house,
Blown in by a black bird
I'm sure he does it for a reason
But I've yet to find out
It's getting everything wet
But I kinda like it
Call me crazy build some windows and a roof, said they

But I, I don't see why
I shouldn't have the privelege
of water falling in my own home
everyday
And I, I don't see why
They scold me when I, I
Have the misfortune of being soaked
everyday

Every night when the rain comes in
I look out at the sky to see the bird
He stares at my saying, don't ever look my way
again, again

And every drop of water tastes so differently
But each has its part in my life
And I cannot say I'd look at the world the same way
If it weren't for this bird and its rain


-Ydachikachishiroul Skar'Akai-Azon

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lupar, in the year 324 AF.