The Song of Storms

Pitter, patter.

Hrm... It seems as though my studies have been interrupted by the melancholy fanfare of precipitation yet again... As I write this, I find myself sitting comfortably in my computer chair, a book compiling several of Lewis Caroll's works in front of me, open to nearly precisely the very middle of the book... As the sound of cascading rain colliding with the window next to me finds its way to my ears, I can't help but become a little distracted from the work in front of me... I'm sure that if I were to crack open my French-style windows, the kind that require you to roll a knob as it opens horizontally, I'd be able to smell the petrichor as the rain touches the dry soil around the castle for the first time in ages. Keheh... I'm aware that many would find my current situation quite comfortable... Pleasant, even... Perhaps they'd even be envious, and wish that they'd be able to experiences that I am in this moment...

...But... Really, the sound of rain makes me quite uncomfortable... 

Patter, patter.

Truthfully, I am unsure of when it started... And it isn't just the monotonous cacophony it creates that makes me uneasy, either... Even more so than the noise, the sight of the downpour fills me with an irrational dread. Honestly, it's somewhat embarrassing to speak of, but I'm afraid that if I didn't open up about this to someone, I'd go mad... Thankfully, I have you to speak to. ...And you'd better not tell anyone about this, either! The last thing I need is to be tormented by my underlings any further... The're lucky that their future lord of darkness is so merciful...

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

Krgh... It'd be best if I closed the blinds... Try as I might to resist, my crimson eyes continue to be peeled away from the text in front of me, as they wander ever closer to the sights on the other side of the glass, fueled by self-destructive curiosity... Fortunately for me, this torrent is rather clement, but... I can't get the vision of a world overtaken by an all-encompassing flood, catalyzed by sempiternal rainfall... I'm sure that very same rain began equally as meekly as the one that agonizes me currently... It's only a matter of how long... Until it either dissipates completely, or evolves into something much more disastrous... 

Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter.

As for the origins of this vision, I'm completely lost for ideas... I've never experienced such a dramatic natural disaster in my life, let alone a flood that could enshroud the entire world in its pelagic grasp... Keh-heh... Perhaps I've been playing too many JRPGs? Such cataclysms, almost biblical in nature, are exceedingly common in JRPG narratives, after all...

Pitter patter, pitter patter. Pitter patter, pitter patter...

Despite it all... Even though I can say with absolute certainty that I have never experienced a flood of such colossal proportions... The vision is so clear that it almost feels like I experienced it first-hand... ...What did I see, exactly? Well... I was standing atop a massive tower that threatened to pierce the very heavens above us, and yet... A thick blanket blanket of ashen-grey clouds loomed impossibly high in the sky, as if a divine being had called upon them to obscure some truth hidden in the sky above our world... Rain poured down on us with such force that it was painful to let it fall on exposed skin. The roof of the tower was made firmly of stone, dyed blue in the dim, gloomy atmosphere caused by the storm... It was quite a depressing scene... Perhaps it could have been beautiful, had even the faintest rays of light managed to breech the overcast mantle that continued to rain down on us without end. The frigid air stung my nose and ears as I helplessly watched the scene before me unfold. I was there with three other people, but I can't remember their faces, nor their names. One man, the hood of his cloak pulled down by the wind, stood precariously at the very edge of the tower. His hands were clamped tightly over his ears as if trying to avoid hearing the conversation happening in front of him, and his face obscured by his soaked hair. The other two stood in the middle... From observing them, I could tell right away that they were arguing about something, but the incessant pelting of raindrops hid their words, and trying to make sense of their words was like trying to find an object lost to the depths of a murky lake. Of the two, one had his blade drawn, seething with a quiet, burning fury, yet he was clearly hesitant to draw his blade. The other stood unarmed, with his arms fully extended to his sides, as if inviting the other man to strike at any moment... I myself stood on the opposite side of the cloaked man, unable to move... Far below all of us, the world was inundated by a monolithic flood that had already engulfed the entire world... It was very likely that we were the only ones who remained... The vision ends there, however, and I'm uncertain as to why such a vivid fantasy exists in my brain...

Pitter... Patter...

Perhaps its a vision of the future, bestowed upon me by some divine being within me, in order to prevent its occurrence... Or perhaps, its a vision of a Trevor Ushiromiya from an alternate universe, who had sacrificed himself in order to save the other Trevors... Keh-heh... No matter what it is, it holds no bearing over my own reality... For this, I am quite thankful... I shall show my gratitude by savoring the joys of the peace offered to me by this world and the people in it, and make the most of every day.

...

Kuhuhu, would you look at that? It appears as though the rain has finally died down... I must thank you for keeping me company throughout this night... I fear that I may have lost my mind if not for your presence... Perhaps you could accompany me the next time, as well?