when it rains....

..it pours.. it couldn't have gone worse.... i was sick.. but "3 weeks before the gig" i thought.. so all is gonna be fine, i thought..... and it seemed to clear out.. then sunday came... and i had fever.. and shivers.. my last week was meant to be hols.. my last days of annual leave entitlement.. spent in bed.. great last hols... but ok.. but ok... just get better and start rehearsing.... // now, i am seriously sick.. and have to be in the office.. my last week.... and the gig is approaching...and there is less hope that we..... so when it rains, it pours...it has been bad before..doctors wondering if i wake up etc.. and now you fought for two years.. for this one gig; and you lived your 27 years for this one MAN, worth of everything; a great kind man .. making you smile every time you see him...every time you think of his smiling face... the great MAN.... and now...he froze... he does not want to look back..... and so... when it rains, it pours... it fawking (thanks MAMA ) pours... like hell... like a shower someone left open just above your head... fawking pours.... and and and.. come on Petal.. come on... one more time.. like once you wrote in a song: "everyone has got their 100 %... and now is 300 or more.. but cut it down to sixty to make room for next.. and plenty after coma of sunshine.. " after it stops pouring...