Upon listening to it years ago I came across an image in my brain of a woman sitting in a meager, grey apartment. She sits on a bed by a window. Rain is falling down the window and she’s crying. But not because she is sad.
Years ago (read before I was 20) I was in a situation where I fantasized about just disappearing from my life. I didn’t have enough money to actually do it. I always wondered what it would be like to disappear.
Colours of the Rain is where these two scenes come together.
I will post a part of it each week until we get to the end.