It is pouring outside and has been since morning. The weather man on TV announced that it will not stop till the next day. Amidst the gray cascade of water from the sky, Lexiria sits on her swinging-bench on her porch, foot gently kicking off the floor occasionally. She cradles a guitar, strumming and tuning it. When she's satisfied, she begins to play.
Take time to realise...
That your warmth is...cra-ashin' down on me...
She clears her throat, and tries again.
If you'd just realise what I just realised,
that we'd be perfect for each other,
and we'd never find another,
just realise what I just realised,
we'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other now... - Realise by Colbie Callait