Rain

Softly, gently, my chords are plucked. The touch of ginger pain. as the music plays, I feel a droplet fall, more droplets fall, it must have started to rain. A cracked voice begins to sing chords I’ve never heard, and it starts to rain harder. I hope they take me inside soon, or I’ll warp. The music is slow and melodic, and the voice is now a whisper, and notes come out between choking sobs. the voice stops as they put me down,covered in rain.