Like the arrival of the purest from of life   It sets its course to remain just that   If not for the blatant disregard for its purity   It would never uncover the anger      Stormlit, Aqua      The crest of the waves reveal a   Sign of friendship with the moon   Embracing each other with the   Tides and currents that flow, throughout   The spaces meant for it to be!      "Reaching, to hold onto, the liquid, rain"      The perspiration on a sweating soul tells   The body what is known   The the water reveals the human effort   It tends to exceed its own demand   By taking the world by the hand      Stormlit, Aqua   (Reaching to hold onto the liquid reain)