You’re god’s fountain. Heaven’s sprinklers of brilliant ideas. The gift of the Angel’s towards mankind’s short-sightedness, the catalyst for a more beautiful genesis, a bright sparkle moving through a blind chasm. It’s in the dust of your bones, the co-ordinates of a place, far beyond your land of birth, where your destiny calls, longing to touch hands with your own, for it has seen in another life, the depth's of your ambitious influence. Do not deter, from prismic shields of darkness, that aim up high closing the world's eyes to the beautiful skies, It's not your role to enforce everybody likes the rain, only that it reaches, everywhere It can.

Be Rain, be Tremors, be Tsunamis that flood the earth, be what god saw you at your peak. Be Regal, Be King, Be a Warrior, be a Champion, be a Saviour, be a Friend, a Good Memory for somebody.