My Name Is Rain

Power and profit, entwined in an endless struggle. Desire and reason, in a love-hate relationship. The flames of war rise in the distance, banners fluttering in the wind, the sound of horns blowing spiritedly, swords clashing to compose a magnificent symphony. I hold the scepter high and stand before the divine. Truth crowns me and all nations prostrate under my feet. Who am I, you ask? My name is Rain!