There's a classmate that you know from Music Class, Floyd.

Who you've seen be so random and blessed. His skills are quite unique and sublime, he's the drummer of our school's time.

Though that now is all been put on hold, cancelled even before we were told.

You and Floyd wanted to jam late at night, but supposed that he changed his mind.

There, you were hiding under that shelter of yours, White curtain of knots like twine. Funny that Floyd might agree, to bathe us both in rain.