Songs About Rain

Well this town has closed down way too early and there's nothing to do
So I'm drivin' around in circles and I'm thinkin' about you

It seemed so long ago since Percy Weasley had lost all forms of contact with his family. No letters, no floo network usage-nothing. As he drove around in his Rolls Royce, thoughts of his parents drifted into his mind. No matter how hard he tried not to show it, he longed for his mother's embrace, and his father's smile, but he had lost it all. Decisions, just one, whether right or wrong can change everything. Pity Percy had chosen the wrong one.

Today I heard you got a new last name
Sure didn't know it was gonna hit me this way

Percy Weasley had not received a gold embossed wedding invitation to Ginny's wedding, as the rest of the family had. Instead, he had received a copy of the Daily Prophet with a headline reading Minister of Magic's Daughter to Marry Harry Potter. It was quite a shock, naturally. Percy knew he and his family were not on speaking terms, but to not be sent a notice? It showed him just how far apart they had grown.

And the radio just keeps on playin' all these songs about rain

"Rain," he thought, like the rain inside of him. If only it was a cleansing rain, light and clear. But no, the rain inside him was hard and ugly, like hail.

Now there's all kinds of songs about babies and love that goes right
But for some unknown reason nobody wants to play them tonight

Percy leafed through the pictures he had hired a sneak photographer to take. The first was of Fred and George walking in a park with their wives. Fred held his baby girl in his arms, and George's son trotted along next to George. Next were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley eating ice cream at Flortescue's. Percy paid attention to every miniscule detail, the single cherry atop his father's strawberry ice cream, and how his mother's scoop of chocolate was sprinkled with nuts. There was another picture, one of Charlie at Flourish and Blotts, buying a quill. Bill stood, gazing at the owls in the menagerie, in the picture after Charlie's. Then there was Ron and Ginny throwing snowballs at each other.

Hey I hope it's sunny wherever you are
That's sure not the picture tonight in my car

Instead of bringing joy, the pictures brought, once again, the usual overwhelming depression. Depression that he was not, could not, be apart of those family memories. He didn't hate them for anything that had happened, only himself. He loved them, and wished them all the best.

And it sure ain't easin' my pain all these songs

Like rainy night in Georgia
Kentucky rain
Here comes that rainy day feelin' again
Blues eyes cryin' in the early mornin' rain

Percy wished he could take back all the horrible things he had said. But wishes are empty, especially in retrospect. He wanted to have never said all the things he had said to his father. He couldn't pinpoint just one thing. It was more everything. Every action, word, thought, just everything that had helped cause the rift. And what a rift it was! A canyon that was so large, one could not see the other side.

They go on and on, and there's no two the same
Oh it would be easy to blame all these songs about rain

Percy knew he was at fault for everything. He, Percy Weasley, had started it. He could have stopped it too. He didn't see it then, thought. Minister's Junior Assistant! The title used to fill him with pride, now he only felt disgust, shame, humiliation and hurt.

Well I thought I was over you but I guess maybe I'm not
When I let you go looks like lonely was all that I got

Percy missed his family, they continually occupied his thoughts. They filled his mind even when he was refilling coffee cups at his job at a café. Pathetic, that's what he was. Not man enough to just go and apologize. Apologize. "I'm sorry." Two simple words that held a world of power. Two words, just two, that was it.

Guess I'll never know what could have been
Sure not helping this mood that I'm in

But he couldn't. There was some part of him that wouldn't allow it. Not pride, he had none of that left, but another emotion. Fear. Fear of not being accepted, fear of being turned away, not forgiven. Plain fear.

And the radio just keeps on playin' all these songs about rain

Drenching. Drowning out any hope.

Like rainy night in Georgia
Kentucky rain
Here comes that rainy day feelin' again
Blue eyes cryin' in the early mornin' rain

Go back and apologize. Go back.

They go on and on and there's no two the same
Oh how I wish I could blame all these songs about rain

He had no one but himself to blame for his unhappiness. Softly, ever so softly, raindrops began to patter on Percy's windshield. As if on cue, tears dropped from his eyes.

All these songs about rain

He clicked on the windshield wipers to push away the sky's tears.

All these songs about rain

But there was nothing he could do to push away his own.