Breaking up, Goodbye Rain

My old yellow Mustang rumbled like a heartbeat on the Cedar Creek bridge. I could see her house from the bridge. That night, the old moon hid behind a dead tree on the hill. It was peeking at a sad young man whos' love was fading away in the dark. I stopped there for one last look at her house and wondered if she was in her room, with any thought of me.

I found my eight track tape of Creedence Clearwater Revival, rammed it in the deck and searched for the song, "Have You Ever Seen The Rain." As the song played, I saw the old dead tree begin to grow leaves of a cloud. Tonight, that old moon was going to miss watching a broken heart.

I cranked up the volume, reached in my shirt pocket to get a half smoked joint. As I fired it up, I could taste her lipstick from sharing it with her, just before I took her home. I thought out loud, " Yeah bitch, you loved my Colombian Gold but ya didn't love me." I shouted out the window, " I paid thirty five bucks an OZ for this shit, you owe me ten bucks! "

Right about the end of the song, it started to rain big fat drops. I chuckled, " Cool, guess I made the pot god cry." I watched the big drops falling through the beams of the headlights. I took the last toke, burned my finger, knocked off the fire and put the roach in the bag.

I remembered a few nights ago when I had done the same thing, she kissed my finger and that one little kiss led to steaming the old Mustang windows up. I didn't go all the way with her because she was only sixteen. I believe that I could have on a few nights, but for some reason I didn't.

Her parents didn't like me at all because of my long hair, loud music and I was a bit of a bad boy. Being three years older than her didn't help either. I took one last look, far away to her house. I could see the light on in her window and found myself wanting to be with her again.

I turned on the wipers, put the car in drive and screamed out, " F**K this shit, I am gone!" I floored the gas and the spinning wheels sounded like a banshee was chasing the car. It was time to put some distance between me and love. After I hit the highway, a hundred miles an hour seemed like the thing to do.

I drove love out of my mind on Interstate 74 towards Indianapolis. I drove out of the rain and the pain. I made a U turn just before Indy and headed back home. I put in a Grass Roots tape and fired up another doobie. I thought to myself, " I'll just keep some good memories and let it go."

I could smell her perfume long after, it would swirl from the back seat when I rolled down my window. I never drove by her house again. I heard that a few months later, she got knocked up by a local redneck. He met her parent's approval and had a baptist hair cut.

I didn't take her virginity and I feel good for not doing so. What I remember most about her is when she walked away from me that night. She walked down her long lane, pink coat, blue jeans and blond hair. She turned and kind of half waved as she stepped in the doorway.

Goodbye rain.