The harmonica moans in pleasurable pain for awhile. “One little rose beaten by the rain - in the wind, in the gale, thunder and the hail.” The narrator is comparing himself to the rose, and it works for me. The tune is mournful, and for some reason just feels good to hear as the floods in this part of Texas take a few lives away this year. That’s just one of many reasons why there are children that will be teaching themselves to grow up over the next few years. War, divorce, prison, whatever the reason, it’s always hard, and this song is a good companion for me as I begin planning my work with elementary children for another year. Thanks, Ryan.
Ryan Adams