It happened again, we had a fight.

He hit me hard and I lost my sight.

But that is done, no longer now.

Though I still can't stop thinking how and Why Raijin stood up for me,

Not that it matters. I still cannot see.

So I ran away, can you blame me?

Would you want to stay and have him further maul me?

I need to think, or maybe pity.

I still want to know why he hit me.

Now a storm summons, but I don't care.

Right now, the least of my concerns is wet hair.

The storm is getting worse now; the sand is becoming wet.

And all I can think about is paying back a debt.

And I also see what I nearly missed.

A small and yellow tropical fish.

It is ignoring the storm, and it continues playing,

It doesn't care what the thunder is saying.

It knows the water will cope,

Then it looks up at me, wondering why I mope.

I shouldn't have left. I know he is sorry.

He is being eaten alive by the burden he carries. It was an accident, fueled by his fire,

Raijin's thunder stopped it and now my wind is dire.

So I'll go back, but he'll never be free.

Not while I and the banana fish see.