Luna and Lifie

The rain show babbled obscenities to the population of District 4, locking themselves into their homes in the comfort of fire. The few dedicated to work and errands were out and about in the clouds' tears. One, for certain, was under the shower for another reason. As there is peace when the sun yawns, is brightly bold, and is about to switch off with his nightly brother, there is also peace when drops fall from Heaven to Panem.

A light and high tune was the only sound other than rain to erupt the silent atmosphere. Notes low and significant came about in due time. The poem-turned-song originated from the piers and docks at the tranquil sea.

Lovely day I wish to see
Those pleasant moments come about
Can I wish for such a sad proposition
When the world has drowned out such pleasantries?

I can always desire more
Out of this place I call Home
Hark! Pray, I wake up to a morning calling my name
Calling your name, too, to come to me

Lovely rose, dearest hawk, a butterfly free as Spirit itself
I am the moth transmogrified
Batting my wings with wince
I want all of you to recognize me
As the beautiful butterfly before--

A girl sitting at the docks, wet and pretty, put a finger to the bottom of her lip. The shake of a head confirmed that some lines had to be omitted.