What...

have I gotten myself into?
This could either be really really bad or really really good...


For now...song lyrics will suffice.

The rain is like an orchestra to me
Little gifts from above meant to say
Girl, you're falling at his feet
Is it lovely or stunning today
Lay with me
I'm alive when you're here with me, stay

And I'll find a way to see you again
Why do the street lamps die
When you're passing by
Like a hand that won't stay on my shoulder tonight?
If you held me close, would you laugh it away?
Would you dare the glance that I steal to stay?

And I'll find a way to see you again

The rain will bring me down