He muttered, staring at her. She smirked slightly, lining up her target as he left the building the were on the roof of. "There is that of the rain... Or that of the sun." She fired the gun, grinning as he became mesmerized. "The sun burns you whilst giving the illusion of looking pretty... Whereas the rain cleanses the Earth of everything we do not need, and does not care what we think..." The man below dropped dead. "I chose to look at my work as doing the job of the rain" (Short little draft of a snippet of something I'm writing)