"Queen of the rain"

I remember i wrote something named "King of the rain". We're going for the lady, so. 

Nothing special for this.

Just some candy-game, which's freaking addictive, some pirate stuff and mountains of strange words for me. I wanted to spend last night studying what i learned yesterday, but there was that Marilyn movie. I couldn't finish it; too much advertising. Boring. 

I was so upset yesterday. 

That wardrobe kept your smell, the smell of you, and your clothes. And when i looked up, i saw your beautiful violet suit, that one Lola made specially for you. 

And i felt so guilty.

So, so guilty.

I was not here. I was... somewhere else. With orange flowers and muslim lions. Not there... here. With you. What could i have change? Anything. But being. But seeing you. But enjoying your last moments. 

I wonder if someday i'll forgive myself. Not for now.

Thank you, my love, thank you for standing with me in the rain. I feel the queen of it today. The rain, pouring its frozen drops all over me. And i dream of the sun, me queen of the rain. 

I'm better now. Sure, i'll improve in a few minutes. As always. Candy and Roxette will help.

Today, my Lady and i will drink some frozen fruit tea, a chance for me to became polite. It will be funny. Yes. 

There are some many things changing around me. And i can barely stand them.

There's a time for the good in life. A time to kill the pain.

Dream about the sun, you queen of rain.