Rain and Me 01

AIで作った音楽をMVにしました SUNO,ChatGPT,Gemini,Claude,Illustrator,Clipchampなどを使ってます 「Rain and Me」 In the shop window, our eyes aligned, A little crooked handle, red and white. I pointed hard like it was destiny, Didn’t even wait for her to speak to me. Rain was never weather back in those days, It was a promise I could hardly wait. By the schoolbag, leaning by the door, I checked that umbrella once more, once more. I used to pray at night in a whisper low, Please let it fall by morning, soft and slow. Face to the glass, breath on the pane, Waiting for the world to turn to rain. Ripples widening in a silver yard, Cheek on the window, looking out so hard. One water strider cutting through the gray, Tip-tip-tip and the sky gave way. And even now that old rain’s falling through, That little girl still walks somewhere in view. She isn’t gone, she’s only dressed in blue, Still somewhere in the rain I knew. One bent rib, then two, then maybe three, Still I kept it like it belonged to me. Lopsided bloom in a weathered spin, Turning inside out in the stubborn wind. I never cried, I broke them all myself, Never learned to leave good things on the shelf. Maybe that was clumsy, maybe wild, Maybe that was simply being a child. Yellow boots and a flooded street, Testing the limits beneath my feet. Ankles first, then the cold came through, I knew what would happen, I always knew. Splash-splash-splash on the walk back home, Wet socks laughing in my leather shoes. I did it again though I knew better then, Regret came clear as the water moved. Funny how even that stays sweet somehow, Like a faded photograph developing now. All of that rain comes back somehow, And lays its quiet hand on now. Today I saw my daughter do the same, Boot in the puddle, laughter without shame. I almost called her back, then bit my tongue, Because I knew that girl. I was that one. The voice that used to call out “Mama, wait,” I wonder where it lives, in what small place. That crooked umbrella, that fearless grin, That careless joy in soaked-up skin— She didn’t vanish, didn’t fade from view, She crossed the years like water striders do. Ripples widening in the evening light, Rain on the railing, city washed tonight. Splash-splash-splash and the years run through, The child I was, the woman too. And every time the sky comes undone, I hear two sets of footsteps joined as one. The rain keeps falling, tender, thin, and free— A little her, a little me. Splash… splash… splash… Ah, it got in again.