My Name Is In the Rain

Welcome players of Michele's Meet N' Greet game. It's so good to see people out there spreading the comment cheer! Michele's a dandy lass. I certainly hope you want to play the Spin-A-Yarn here today, but if you don't that's o.k. too. If that's the case please leave your "Michele sent me," comment on another post so as not to confuse other players. Once again thanks for stopping by, and be sure to tell Michele I said thanks for sending you over! Now on to the rules of the Spin-A-Yarn:

Well we've arrived. I again will begin another quirky tale, and it is your job to help the story along. Please post about 8-10 sentences to continue the story, but be sure to leave off mid-sentence so that the next person can pick it up. There will be many twists, and wacky turns... but never fear. This is the madness in the method. You do have to wait for someone else to post before you can offer another installment. So now we begin. "My Name Is In the Rain," if only I could understand what it is saying:

***Note: The theme for this story is taken from a line in "It's In The Rain" by Enya, which can be found amongst the songs in the player in the side bar.***


The nurse said it's amnesia. Some days I think I remember her saying something about an accident or a fall, but memory is such a tricky thing. When one can't remember their own name, how can they trust anything else they think they remember? I feel like a character from a movie, a movie I whose title is forgotten, and whose characters are lost to the plot of their own angst. Distantly a song plays in my mind. I grab in the fog for the name of it, but I hum a few notes and it's gone from me as if it never existed. Rain is falling softly outside of my window. The song tells me to listen to the rain, and the music drifts, and then it tells me my name is in the rain. But the rain speaks it's own language as it runs off of the window pane, and the thunder...