Covered in Rain

There is nothing like blues on a warm summer evening. There is nothing like listening to music that moves your soul--standing next to your best friend--while double fisting captain and diets. Too bad my good mood therapy session still keeps me clinging to these lyrics

"And come December, He left.

He mentioned something ‘bout it being for the best,

And I can't say I disagree, and its killing me.

And now I’m standing facing west

Tracing my fingers round a silhouette

I haven’t gotten used to yet, But it’s the brightest thing I’ve got

When I’m covered in rain"

~ jm