What does the elf say?

It rains outside.
It rains inside.
For what is melancholy if not bad weather?
And what is emotion if not an overflowing river?
And what are we if not eroding, eroded banks?
And what are tears and smiles if not expressive flanks?
And what is war if not a lifelong battle?
And what is destiny if not sweet burned caramel?
And what are you if not my mirror?
And why am I here if not for your pleasure?