Sitting in the car,in the rain, in an emptied lot. The radio's plays a sad, sweet song vaguely familiar.
[Just me, in the rain, again.]
I un-do the seat belt, put the window down a bit, and wait for the song to end and to learn its name.
fading out to sea
The rain softens, gentles and another song with a different mood starts - a comfort, not a lament. Time to move on.
the rain comes
then goes -