Rain of the Song Bird

As the rain tapped onto the window before running down the panes, falling on furrowed red bricks and turning invisible in the lush grass at the foot of stone walls, she fell in his arms like a crumpled bird, wings folded, wings broken, helpless little bird with a heaving chest and darting desperate eyes. She strained with hope that he loved her, that her collapsing confession would bring a peace to her longing, to her lonely limp nights; nights of grey and cold and creaking creeping ghouls of isolation. She fluttered without flight, she struggled without fight waiting for the judgement of his stone words that would entomb her fate. ‘My god,’ he breathed heavily, ‘I never thought I would hear it… I, I always dreamt I would say it,’ he paused for a heartbeat like the executioner taking final aim with his axe, ‘Mavie, I love you too!’ Bird caught. Bird caged. Song bird singing in the rain.