No one knew what she was chasing. But the rain stopped the moment she disappeared. Title: Ranie Mae
She counts the drops on window glass, each one a year she’ll never get back. The garden drowns, the mailbox sags, but Ranie Mae just hums in black. ranie mae
Rain on the tin roof, Ranie Mae hums low — a name like a lullaby, slow as May’s first growl. No one knew what she was chasing