Sunset was sitting on her apartment bed with her notebook in front her face while groaning in indignation. Her pen rested next to the notebook's right side, ready to be put to use at a moment's notice. She felt as ready as ever to write another musical masterpiece filled with realness and good vibes! There was just one problem, which she complained about in her head with a grimace;
"Why can't I think of lyrics for this song?!"
That issue was bad enough, but to make things even worse, the page the notebook was opened on was blanker than a foal's blank flank. The song had no title for crying out loud! To her credit, Sunset had already picked out the theme behind the lyrics she would soon put on paper: tough situations and how they can overwhelm a person with emotions that can be both powerful and terrifying. It was just the simple matter of finding the words that best fit the theme and writing them down. But, for some reason that she could not begin to fathom, she was inflicted with the worst ailment to possibly trouble a writer. The dreaded enemy of all writers, of all creatives: writer's block!
Oh, dear Celestia, Luna, and yes, even Twilight, WHY did it have to be writer's block?!
"Oh come on!", Sunset exclaimed to the ceiling before looking down at her notebook while carrying on with her rant;
"I was able to write My Past is Not Today and that turned out to be a beautiful song of redemption! My song of redemption! Why can't I write another cool song now when, like before, I have the theme on lock?!"
She was about ready to bang her head on the notebook out of pure frustration when she stopped within an inch of her target. She then raised her whole upper-body, straightened it out, and took a deep breath to recenter herself before exhaling the anger away. Yelling at the top of her lungs would not help her solve the problem and she knew that. After all, she wasn't the only one with problems, what with her best friends seeking out ways to resolve their lingering personal issues and Wallflower working hard on herself... wait...
"Wait an apple-picking minute!", Sunset exclaimed out of a sudden burst of joy, for inspiration had struck her like a bolt of lightning on water! Without a second thought, she grabbed the pen and began writing in earnest;
It's alright, yeah...
I'm walking right beside you...
I feel the way-feel the way that you do too.
Oh, I can't lie, sometimes...
This was a good start, no, a great start! Her song now had a solid foundation to be built off of! But, where to go from here, she wondered? She placed the pen back on the bed and pondered on that question. She felt like she was losing that bolt of inspiration she had just gained it at a mile a minute. Panic began to rise within Sunset's mind. Anger was soon to follow and she knew that. She held onto her head and hair for dear life. It was all starting feel a bit too-!
It was as if her body was working on autopilot. Everything just... clicked at that moment of crisis. She grabbed the pen again. No obtrusive thoughts played in her head. Her path was clear. Sunset didn't just write down more lyrics, she passionately spoke them aloud as she wrote while giving off an intense glare that could burn holes;
Everything feels like it's just too much!
But you gotta let it in, even though it's tough!
Know it gets better-know it gets better!
Push through weather-weather!
She dropped the pen on the bed, darn near leaped out of it to stand next to it, and sang with beautiful skill in her purple pajamas without even thinking about what she was doing;
Let it rai-ai-ai-ai-ain!
Let it rai-ai-ai-ai-ain!
Sunset, by this point in the impromptu song number, noticed what she was doing. But, in truth, she did not care one Equestrian Bit about it or how ridiculous she may have looked: she was having the time of her life just by letting herself go with the magical musical flow that was guiding her every act. By the ever-flowing mane of the Princess of the Sun, she would not dare to stop herself now! With no shame or regret, she kept on singing while imagining rain showering down on and around her;
Don't be afraid of walls coming down!
Sometimes, it hurts! You'll figure it out!
And then she musically exploded with her arms stretched out to her sides, her smile as bright as her cutie mark, her eyes closed, and her face aimed towards the ceiling;
Let it raaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiin!
She lowered her head to have it face the floor with her eyes still shut. Her arms rested on her sides as she took a breath and finished the song with a strong sense of relief that was made visible by the tears that flowed out from her eyes and onto the carpet below;
Let it rain...
With a deep breath in, she straightened her head back up and opened her eyes as she exhaled. A smile crept up her face before she declared aloud to herself out of personal pride at having discovered her next big hit;
"Now that's a song!"
With that, she went to work on writing the lyrics she had just belted out and then some, all while making sure that they were in keeping with its theme and purpose. After all, this song was meant for more than just Sunset.
It was meant for The Rainbooms.
Wallflower Blush.
The Canterlot Movie Club.
Trixie Lulamoon.
Everyone who had ever been overwhelmed by difficult situations that produced the kinds of emotions that could drive a person batty.
This song was for all of them. Giving it a proper title was as simple to its creator as breathing:
Let It Rain