REIGN

I yearn to hear the falling, the rhythm that it makes. The tempo of my freedom, a beat of steady quakes. Each droplet holds me tightly, in comfort I do sleep. Even in your thunderstorm, I have no need to weep. You are the cloud above me, that makes the Flowers grow. And when you do not water me, my heart is filled with woe. My nights are cold without you. My days are just the same.
My heart longs for the day once more, I hear the <span style="color:#FF0000">gentle</span> Reign.
~<span style="color:#FF0000">TI AMO MAESTRO</span>~