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I envy the rain that falls on your face
That wets your eyelashes and dampens your skin
And touches your tongue and soaks through your shirt
And drips down your back, I envy the rain
I don’t know that I can work this one in but it’s such a good nonspecific yearning song, purer than jealousy, wanting to be close to someone and intimate with them in more ways than you are allowed. “drips down your back” is my favorite line but it makes no sense without the whole verse. And the things being done to the second person subject are not all benign, at all, certainly mostly not sexual; it’s a little dark, a little too intense, a little creepy, but so absolutely yearning, more elemental than animal.
Poe thinks that Finn and Rey are a love story for the ages, and in the love stories for the ages, there’s not usually a third wheel. If there is, it’s not a happy story. Not for the third one.
I envy the rain that falls on your face
That wets your eyelashes and dampens your skin
And touches your tongue and soaks through your shirt
And drips down your back, I envy the rain
I don’t know that I can work this one in but it’s such a good nonspecific yearning song, purer than jealousy, wanting to be close to someone and intimate with them in more ways than you are allowed. “drips down your back” is my favorite line but it makes no sense without the whole verse. And the things being done to the second person subject are not all benign, at all, certainly mostly not sexual; it’s a little dark, a little too intense, a little creepy, but so absolutely yearning, more elemental than animal.
Poe thinks that Finn and Rey are a love story for the ages, and in the love stories for the ages, there’s not usually a third wheel. If there is, it’s not a happy story. Not for the third one.
