"Give me the pelting rain," she smiles to the clouds. The sun, so full of pride only shines brighter. "Give me the darkness, not that of night - but the darkness of day." A soul thirst for the rain as does the sea for waves. Keeping time like a clock. My skin is pale - not a touch of the sun rests on it. I blend with the fog, turning into mist, swimming among the trees and birds.