
After officially becoming the fiancee of the emperor of the Blaise kingdom, I live my days as usual. The days I spent in the palace library, of course, looking for a way home. I miss my family, even though it's not so bad for me to forget all the sadness.
“Meow..? (Aren't you bored just being in the library?)”
“Sure I'm bored. I want to go into the woods to meet Bear and soak in the lake. But you know for yourself right. haa.. really sucks.”
Two weeks ago when Poko and I wanted to sneak into the woods through the back of the prison, there were guards there.
“Where are you going?” Sen walked towards me who was dealing with several guards.
“hmm, just take a walk.”
“You want to escape into the forest again?”
“No, I'm just wondering why behind the prison was given custody?”
“Of course, so that no one else escapes into the forest.”
“I didn't run away!”
“Good then.” Sen said then walked ahead of me.
If I knew it would be this way I wouldn't say the way behind the prison.
“Meow.. (Then will you continue to be in this library?)”
“Yah. at least I'll look for directions to go home”.
“Meow? (Why don't you just give up?)”
“why should I give up if there is still hope?”
“Meow.. (are you sure of your expectations?)”
“Nea, I will just try.” I said while looking at a neatly arranged book on the shelf.
Since the exile of concubine Vera, Maura has not moved much and just remained silent. ‘no exclamation. I can't play the role of a beloved actor.’
“egh... this book.” I picked up a book that caught my attention. The cover is already seedy because of age.
“Rain... song..” I said reading a book cover that was barely legible.
I took the book and opened it, it's like a collection of songs and a way of singing. On the first page only contains an explanation and on the final page there is a song lyrics that I also do not know.
“Poko.. do you understand?” ask me to Poko who took a look at the contents of the book.
“Meow.. (Let's know, it's like a magic book.)”
“Magic book? What do you mean?”
“Meow (I feel the magic in this book well even just a little)”
“Hmm here is written singing to bring rain. Did I try it?”
“Meow? (You sure of your voice?)”
‘Fucking cat!’
“I've tried it.. But what about the tone?” I reread the first page of the book. “It is written we make the tone for the song itself, the lyrics are just a spell, and the tone is made using the feelings of the singer.”.
‘hmm .. I don't understand. Maybe it means making a poem based on feelings.’
“Well I try!” I tried to sing the lyrics using a tone I knew, only I changed the lyrics based on the content of the book. Of course it didn't work!
“Meow.. (Your voice is not bad either.)”
“You underestimated me?” tanyaku. “But nothing has changed, there are no signs of rain and the weather is still very sunny. Has anything been missed?”
I reread the book, “Feeling blends with nature.”
“Do I have to go out? Nature.. Poko looks like we have to go to jungle”
“Meow? (How to?)”
“Haa.. sucks!”
I thought of various ways to be able to get into the forest. “haa.. I know.” I thought of a time when guarding was weak, if it is not wrong in the prison at that time the guard was also sometimes not in place, I remember when Maura visited concubine Vera.
“Poko.. create a commotion in the direction of prison.”
“Meow? (You command me?)”
Despite refusing to let Poko follow my way, she made a scene near the prison, until the guards behind the prison left her place and went to the source of the commotion. Maybe they think there will be no problem too if the back of the prison is not guarded because all this time.
‘Good Poko!’ I immediately stepped into the forest with a book in my hand.
Poko caught up with me and we were already inside the quiet forest, ‘there was also time I missed this forest’
I started to sit back and relax leaning against the tree and feeling nature, ‘ very peaceful.’ I started singing back, and the result still remains the same no changes that occur only gusts of wind, and the result is still the same, this is a forest of many trees.
“What are you doing?” Max suddenly came to me.
“Max.. I'm practicing this book” I said showing the book I opened.
“Hmm.. This ancient chant to bring rain.”
“Max you know about this book?”
“Yah more or less. You have to unite your feelings with nature.”
“I know, I've tried it but there is no result.”
“How's the poem? Let me hear..”
I began to sing again the song of rain, and only the wind I felt.
“What do you think?” I asked Max.
“Hmm, not bad either.. Looks like a problem in your verse, maybe the tone is not right.”
“What do you mean?” my question is full of emphasis, ‘what does it mean my mediocre voice?’
“Which I know in addition to uniting feelings with nature, poetry is also made by using your feelings when singing it.”
“Feelings..” I thought hard to understand the point.
Suddenly Max sang the song in a different tone to me, his own verse, only this time I saw Max singing looks very charming. The breeze I felt was different from before, and in the bright sky a cloud cloud cloud started to form. ‘this is cool!’
Max stopped singing and the gathered clouds began to disappear and the clear sky greeted.
“In addition to the feeling of being able to bring rain you must have considerable spiritual power.” explained Max.
“I still don't understand.”
“What do you feel when it rains?” ask Max
“What I feel when it rains.” I think of my feelings when it rains and what I imagine is my stupid actions that fall into the abyss.
“My feelings blend with the rain, my tears are wiped out by the rain, the rain covers all my sorrows.” I said after feeling my feelings about the rain. The wind blew and I started singing without caring about the tune of the song I was familiar with. I made my own poem.
I felt the clouds gathering and covering the clear sky, even slowly turning into cloudy clouds. ‘while it rains..’ grains of raindrops slowly come down to greet me along with my flowing tears from remembering stupid memories.
I stopped my singing, ‘no! I don't want to look stupid by remembering those memories!’
“You succeeded Hana... How do you feel?” ask Max.
“Hmm, I feel weak.”
“Song earlier.wasn't it a song of sadness? What are you thinking?”
“nothing, just a stupid memory.”
“Alright. You are good enough to be a rain goddess.” Max didn't ask more about my memories.
“Rain goddess?”
“Well, once only a goddess could bring down, but gradually some witches researched the way the goddess called, and they succeeded. But no one can bring down rain with an intensity as big as goddess”
“What is this book the result of their research?”
“Yah looks like.”
“Hmm I understand. Means I'm a descendant of the goddess.” Max looked at me from head to toe, ‘what does that mean?’
“Not bad either.” said Max stroking the top of my head.
“Meow... (what now can we go back? Care will be tightened if you find out you're running)”
“Ah right I forgot. And I didn't run away!”
I said goodbye to Max and thanked him for teaching me.