[She turns her head just slightly to look sidelong at Beaky, and gives her a small smile.] Okay.
[She takes a deep breath, though this time she doesn't feel like she needs to count to three. She just needs to remember the feelings she impressed upon a page in ink.
Her voice is soothing and airy, well-enunciated but gentle. It sinks with weight in the appropriate spots. And of course, it brims with magic, with bardic inspiration.]
When a little drizzle becomes a storm, We stop and take a moment to mourn. And if at the end of the day the storm still rages, Our only choice then is to be courageous.
And what is rain but a cloud that's too heavy? You can't drop the weight until you're ready. Pitter-patter go the drops as the rain falls in sheets And you wonder, when it's over, will you ever find peace?
If you're out in the rain you're going to get wet But I can bring you an umbrella whenever you forget. An umbrella, a coat, or maybe even a towel But I'd bring sunshine in a bottle if only I knew how.
Eventually, every rainstorm breaks And the sun comes out, though your heart still aches. You're soaked to the bone and cold in your soul And being out in a storm will always take its toll.
You can lay in the sun and hope to dry out Let the warmth take away some of your fear and your doubt. Shake out your coat and wrap up in a towel And get some rest knowing that the storm’s passed for now.
And the sun helps. But the only way to get nice and dry Is time.
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[She takes a deep breath, though this time she doesn't feel like she needs to count to three. She just needs to remember the feelings she impressed upon a page in ink.
Her voice is soothing and airy, well-enunciated but gentle. It sinks with weight in the appropriate spots. And of course, it brims with magic, with bardic inspiration.]
When a little drizzle becomes a storm,
We stop and take a moment to mourn.
And if at the end of the day the storm still rages,
Our only choice then is to be courageous.
And what is rain but a cloud that's too heavy?
You can't drop the weight until you're ready.
Pitter-patter go the drops as the rain falls in sheets
And you wonder, when it's over, will you ever find peace?
If you're out in the rain you're going to get wet
But I can bring you an umbrella whenever you forget.
An umbrella, a coat, or maybe even a towel
But I'd bring sunshine in a bottle if only I knew how.
Eventually, every rainstorm breaks
And the sun comes out, though your heart still aches.
You're soaked to the bone and cold in your soul
And being out in a storm will always take its toll.
You can lay in the sun and hope to dry out
Let the warmth take away some of your fear and your doubt.
Shake out your coat and wrap up in a towel
And get some rest knowing that the storm’s passed for now.
And the sun helps.
But the only way to get nice and dry
Is time.