As we passed each other in the rain, I asked, “Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?” He rushed past me and said, “I got to get going, because it is a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard and it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.” For me it’s just a state of mind that makes me want to walk in the open wind. These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind, they rise and fall. There’s a calm before the storm. I know, it’s been coming for some time. My life is filled with gloom, so day after day, I stay locked up in my room. I thought love was more or less a giving thing. Seems the more I gave the less I got. What is the use in trying, all you get is pain? When I needed sunshine, I got rain. Sitting down by my window, looking out at the rain. All around that I felt it. All I can see was the rain. I listen carefully to the sound of my loneliness, like a heartbeat, it drives me mad. In the stillness of remembering what we had. The thunder only happens when it’s raining. What I feel has come and gone before, so there is no need to talk it out, as we know what it’s all about. Hanging around with nothing to do but frown, as these rainy days always get me down. I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end. Only love can make it rain, the way the beach is kissed by the sea. I’m only happy when it rains. I feel good when things are going wrong, so I only listen to the sad, sad songs. I set fire to the rain and watched it pour as I touched your face. It burned while I cried. Nothing lasts forever and we both know hearts can change. It’s hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain. I’m gonna rain on your parade, no, I won’t take it again. I’ll keep raining, raining, raining over you. It never rains in California, but girl, don’t they warn ya? It pours, man, it pours. Let it rain, let it rain, let your love rain down on me. Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down, I feel the wind, and I taste the rain. A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through. It’s all-night pouring, pouring rain; Lord but not a drop on me. We will not speak but stand inside the rain, and brave the storm to come, for it surely looks like rain.
Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #182.