How I Felt on the Day It Happened (8 Years Since It Happened) by Rain

Rain

Rain has been fascinated by words and language since childhood—a curiosity that has taken many forms, from pursuing a linguistics degree to building an ever-growing bookshelf and a substantial collection of poetry now ready to be shared more widely. Their work explores how anxiety, obsessive thinking, and trauma shape both perception and language. Many of their poems draw on repetition, fragmentation, and recursive structures, mirroring the loops and rituals of intrusive thought.

How I Felt on the Day It Happened (8 Years Since It Happened)

Remember:

• The worst thing that can happen is the premonition comes true

  • (not because the premonition is bad,

  • necessarily,

  • but because the premonition has come true).

• The song means nothing, really.

• Any power I gain from this is false.

A friend, I’ve known through dreams and prayers,

she comes, back to my side. 

I am 16.

Standing between buses,

when the song plays,

(I will remember this song forever)

and I feel it – this will be bad.

I will get on the second bus

and I will prove it.

You’re so far from wanting to talk,

You’re so far from wanting to say some-thing good,

feel some-thing good. 

I am 16.

You broke your glass inside me.

(I think I knew this would happen).

I let it happen.

I have the power,

because the premonition has come true.

So please, stop.

The se-cret lives and loves of girls.

The se-cret lives of boys.

You are 25.

You break your glass inside me.

(I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT YOU ARE THINKING).

I knew this would happen, 

because I have the power,

because the premonition has come true.

You don’t stop.

Whis-key from the island of sand.

Whis-key from the year you were born, tastes like

Kid-nap, and ran-som, and ex-ile.

Remember!

• The worst thing that can happen is the premonition comes true.

• Any power I gain from this is false.