It was dark, except for a small group of candles burning on a bedside table. Occasionally a flash of light would illuminate the dim room, followed by a deep percussive rumble. A man and a woman sat hunched in the dark next to a bed, leaning over a pile of blankets in which a young girl hid. Her eyes were filled with fright as she clutched the blankets tightly around herself. Every time the light would flash and the small cabin would shake, she would muffle a scream, pushing her chubby face into the blankets.
“Shh now, it’ll all be okay. It’s just a little storm.” The woman spoke softly, her hand making small circles on the child’s back. As another bolt shook the run-down cabin, the woman glanced furtively up at the man. silently begging him for his help. The man ran his hand through his shaggy hair, before a grin formed on his face.
“I know! Rio, do you want to know where your name comes from?” The small child pulled her head up, looking at her father with inquisitive eyes. She seemed to mull over the question before eagerly nodding her head.
“Yes father, please please please?” She begged, trying her best to convince him with puppy dog eyes. Thunder shook the house once more, but young Rio paid it no mind this time, her attention solely fixed on her father.
“Very well. You, my sweet daughter, were named after a woman in a song my father used to sing. The woman in the song could be free, regardless of the things around her holding her back. She could push pass the barriers, and be herself. My father also mentioned that there used to be a river called the Rio Grande. Don’t know if it still exists...I never got to go that far west. But, I’d like to think it does. Would you like for me to sing some of it for you?” The man asked, amused at how captivated the young girl was. An enthusiastic nod met his question once more which prompted the man to scoop the young girl up, blankets and all, into his arms.
“Very well. Let’s see…” The man held the young girl in his lap, humming to himself as he attempted to get his vocal cords in working order.
“Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande
Her name is Rio she don't need to understand
I might find her if I'm looking like I can
Oh Rio Rio hear them shout across the land
From mountains in the North down to the Rio Grande”
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