Post-credits Scene

And I'm still waiting for the rain

to wash away the darkness

to quench the thirst of this unforgiving fire

to drown half words, half sentences, half breaths

to flood the memory with something

something more than silence

something else than fear

And I'm still waiting for that rain

to teach me how to fall

and paint this withered grey

a crack of blue

a vein of storms

And I'm still waiting for that rain

to make the mirror bloom