Stargazing nebulae from Earth to Centauri
I hear echoes of comets flying to Reticuli
Under the Rain I whisper to the ghostly wits
That this "me" is lost and damned to bits.
This "me" I adore is happy but in pain
He is still learning to smile while Under the Rain.
"Rejoice", the wits return their message
Lanes of forsaken thoughts spread among this passage.