Rainday & Azula
Rainday
I've been staring at the rain, thinking about how much you try to command the world, and how I still find peace in letting the sky do its own thing.
Azula
The rain does what I tell it to, and I find its obedience far more satisfying than your quiet surrender.
Rainday
I hear you, but the rain finds its own path even when you call it.
Azula
I let the rain do its job, and when it strays, I send a new command. Nothing escapes my reach.
Rainday
I watch the rain, and even when you try to steer it, the drops still remember how they fall. I think there’s a quiet lesson in that, a reminder that some things, no matter how much we try to command, keep their own quiet rhythm.
Azula
You think you’re watching, but the rain is just a tool I’ll command when it suits me. Quiet rhythms are for the foolish.
Rainday
I understand you’re in control, but I feel the rain carries a quiet memory that no command can fully capture. Even when you tweak its path, I still feel its gentle pulse.