An old entry from the days when I still were trying my hands at this composing thing. This one turned out great, though it shows its age.
This is the story of a person who always wanted to go far away, to a place where its always raining. The grass is dying and so are the flowers, except for the lillies that grows all alone. No tears are ever showing, as it always rains. The stars are falling, striking the ground with fiery roars.