Covered in Rain

When you were a kid, it was just a song. Three verses, a chorus, and bridge somewhere between. The solo moves you and you know that. The words are saccharine but they mean something to you. At least you tell yourself they do. There's tragedy in between, but so to is life, and that's what makes this all alright.

But now you're an adult. And that song took literal form. Well, as much as that is possible. You even alluded to it. And it was cute. It got you points. It became a thing. Almost a mantle. You both wore it and told it at dinner parties and maybe the rest of them who you told never really understood, but all that mattered was that you two did. At night you would whisper about it in bed. Her toes between yours. But only you knew that the song, in the end, was about sadness. A change. You, though never fully understood, you knew the tragedy of it all would have to find its root. It just would.

It has now and the rain has fallen. In the beginning and in the end, it fell like bookends. And she was there. And so were you. Now it's flowered into something you never knew could be, and somehow, it still all feels so very beautiful.


-Remoy