Baskadia

Raindrops keep falling on "Kisame",

Adding beauty to his watery mane.

With every drop that touches his skin,

His presence becomes a mesmerizing sin.

Each droplet glides along his face,

Reflecting a world of grace.

Shimmering like diamonds in the light,

Guiding him through the darkest night.

Raindrops keep falling on "Kisame",

A symphony of nature's game.

As they dance upon his weary soul,

His spirit awakens and becomes whole.

They cleanse and purify his troubled heart,

A healing touch, a brand new start.

The rhythm of the rain, a soothing song,

Enveloping him, where he belongs.

Raindrops keep falling on "Kisame",

A cascade of tears, but not in vain.

They wash away the pain and fear,

Replacing it with hope and cheer.

In their gentle touch, secrets reside,

Unveiling the emotions he tries to hide.

Submerged in their embrace, he finds release,

A sanctuary where his spirit finds peace.

Raindrops keep falling on "Kisame",

A reminder that storms can't ever tame.

For within the rain's relentless pour,

Lies a resilience he can't ignore.

With every drop that graces his path,

He grows stronger, defying wrath.

So let the raindrops continue to fall,

For they bring forth a warrior standing tall.

Raindrops keep falling on "Kisame",

A symbol of strength, a poetic frame.

In their presence, his spirit takes flight,

Embracing the beauty of a stormy night.