Rain
I feel it, it's coming
*Present
day, Maine: A figure stirs from a king-sized canopy bed. The sheer material of
the canopy flutters, and yet the air is still.*
Rain, feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain
*The
rapid pattering of rain are the only audible sounds. The figure on the bed
pulls himself into a more comfortable position. A flood of memories leaves him
speechless, as the canopy around him continues to billow slowly, at times
taking an almost human form, then dissolving and melting away into yet another
shape.*
When your lips are burning mine
And you take the time to tell me how you feel
When you listen to my words
And I know you've heard, I know it's real
Rain is what this thunder brings
For the first time I can hear my heart sing
Call me a fool but I know I'm not
I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top
Till I feel your…
*1980,
Athens: The sun was just starting to sink beyond the horizon, staining the
smooth surface of the ocean with its bright red and amber light. Above, the sky
was beginning to darken, bits of deep azure peeping from behind clouds of
salmon pink, blazes of burnished bronze jetting across the heavens.
A young couple is seated on a
sandbar, eyes set on the beauty around them. The low splashes of each wave
rolling onto the rocky beach were almost muted. The blonde woman whispers
something into the man's ear. He laughs, and turns to brush his lips gently on
hers, his smile never fading. The embrace as the sun sets.*
Rain,
feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain
*1980,
Malaysia: Monsoon rains pummel anything beneath them mercilessly. Each drop of
refreshing wetness meets its end as all around them, others meet the same fate.
A couple, laughing, walk unrushed even by the storm. The man's hair is matted
down on his forehead. In his hand, the now useless umbrella dangles by its
handle. His partner smiles as she tries her best to shield herself from the
rain with the sling bag she clutches.
Finally, back in their hotel room, they sit by the
window, entangled in each other's arms, watching the storm outside. Two mugs of
steaming coffee sits by the window, the steam curling upwards like a charmed
snake.*
When you looked into my eyes
And you said goodbye could you see my tears
When I turned the other way
Did you hear me say
I'd wait for all the dark clouds bursting in a perfect sky
You promised me when you said goodbye
That you'd return when the storm was done
And now I'll wait for the light, I'll wait for the sun
Till I feel your…
*1985,
Florida: The harsh lighting of the hospital distorted everything. She looked so
pale, so lifeless, yet she had to be alive. The man ran beside her as she was
rushed to the operation room.
She would be okay, he kept
repeating. False hopes, it finally registered, but he refused to give up. But
even as the doors closed behind her, he saw her slipping away, and with a final
gaze, she left, a silent promise sent to her husband.*
Rain,
feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain
*Present
day, Maine: Rain drops are still falling heavily outside. Drops splash on the
closed windows, leaving channels of clear liquid running on their way.
Tears course their way down the man's face, slightly
lined and more weather-beaten then it once was.*
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say, never go away
*The
rain slows to a drizzle, and the first rays of light pierce through the clouds.
Her presence is stronger the ever, as she promised it would be. After the
storm…. In his reverie, her words rang out clearly. Words of love. Words that
he had missed for so long….
Waiting is the hardest thing
[It's strange I feel like I've known you before]
I tell myself that if I believe in you
[And I want to understand you]
In the dream of you
[More and more]
With all my heart and all my soul
[When I'm with you]
That by sheer force of will
[I feel like a magical child]
I will raise you from the ground
[Everything strange]
And without a sound you'll appear
[Everything wild]
And surrender to me, to love
Rain is what the thunder brings
For the first time I can hear my heart sing
Call me a fool but I know I'm not
I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top
Till I feel your…
*Thunder
rumbles in the morning stillness, nothing to rival its majesty but the silent
rain.*
Rain, I feel it, it's coming
Your love's coming down like
(repeat)
*Tears
flow unheeded down the lined cheeks, through the unruly red beard that she had
once loved so much.*
Rain,
feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain
*The
man stands by the window. He flings it open, and is greeted by the damp morning
air, the fresh scent of life rejuvenated. The drizzle soaks him, but he ignores
it. Instead, he greets the rain, spreading his arms wide.*
Rain, I feel it, it's coming
Your love's coming down like
(repeat)
Rain
[I'll stand out on the mountaintop
And wait for you to call my name]
Rain
*As
the sun continues to rise, the gentle breeze whispers an almost inaudible name.
"Benton."*
THE END
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