Intro: Girl Under The Grey Cloud.

Allow me to set the scene

Our story begins at 2:27 a.m. on a rainy night in Paris

Cue the thunder

Autumn leaves blanket the concrete, the sky is dark

A woman in her late twenties walks from a bar to her hotel

She has no umbrella, she is seven Negronis deep

And she nurses a hole she is desperately trying to fill

Her eyebrows were plucked, she wore fake eyelashes and a red dress

Yet no one at the bar would notice her efforts

Though disappointed, she is no stranger to rejection

She has weathered many storms

That she herself has become the girl under the grey cloud

As she was walking alone in the rain, chin to her chest

Arms wrapped around her waist, a perfect storm was brewing

This night in November would prove to be the catalyst

A culmination, the perfect recipe

For the girl under the grey cloud must finally make way for the rain

Ingredients as follows

Her loneliness, the vermouth

The scratching of the zip on the left hem of her dress

The echo of a belittling assessment

She had received from a man earlier that day

And a voice note from her grandma that would say

"Call me, please, we need to pray"