It Never Stops Raining


It never stops raining

It always rained on Korriban. A day did not pass when the heavens did not pour acid rain upon the stones of this, his temple, his palace. As he climbed the long steps he stared out over the dreary landscape, pondering this place, his chosen homeland.

Since you've been gone

It never rained on Tatooine. Perhaps that was why he had chosen this planet as his refuge. He had dreamed of rain as a child, hoped for it like normal children dreamt of sweets.

I've been all alone

Maybe it was because in the place of her birth it rained. He remembered the storms that had flooded their honeymoon, remembered his awe at so much water in one place. He remembered her laughing at his childish wonder.

It never stops raining

Maybe it was because every time a drop hit his worn helmet, he remembered her tears. The sobs when she told him he was breaking her heart, the quiet weeping her sorrow had punished him with. He preferred the wracking sobs to her silent despair, when she had finally turned away from him, convinced that there was no turning him back.

The sun doesn't shine

Maybe it was because now, so much of his body replaced with cybernetic parts, he was unable to cry. He remembered the last time he had, so many long years ago, after the death of his mother. He hadn't been able to shed tears since then. He wished he could weep now.

And I can't see the sky

His daughter would have been able to weep. He knew it, cherished the thought like he cherished his few happy days with his long-dead wife. She would have been able to cry, water streaming down her face, clear as the Nubian seas.

'Cause it never stops raining

If it had been a son-- It was no use thinking, what was done was done, but he still held the thought and finished it. If it had been a son, he would have had eyes as blue as crystal teardrops. Eyes like he himself had once had, long before the rage had consumed him and left him no place for sorrow.

Since you've been gone

Maybe those were the reasons. He didn't know, and as he climbed the last few steps, spoke the words that would allow him access to his palace of lamentation, he didn't care. All he knew was that it had never stopped raining, and she had never stopped weeping for him.