Rhythm of the Rain
It’s a rainy Sunday night, but not cold enough to close the window. So I sit here near the open living-room window, listening to the quiet drizzle outside and feeling oh-so serene. How is it that rain depresses some people? I wish I understood that. OK, when it’s coming down in sheets and torrents for days on end, causing mudslides, it’s not so great. But nights like this are like a healing balm.
Anyway, an old song comes to mind, from way back in the Dark Ages (i.e., the 1960s), called “Rhythm of the Rain.” It’s a very sad song, actually. The first verse goes:
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I’ve been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again
Of course, as I hear these lyrics in my head, my mind transforms them to:
Listen to the rhythm of your falling hand,
Telling me just what a brat I’ve been
I wish that it would stop and let me catch my breath
So I could sass you once again
That’s all I got, folks. I read the rest of the song’s lyrics — mushy stuff about how this guy’s girl left him and took his heart with her — and my inspiration dried up. Perhaps I’ll finish the song if the parody muse comes through for me.
Or how about Eric Clapton’s “Let it Rain”?
Let it rain,
let it rain,
Let your hand rain down on me…
Ugh. That sucks, Erica. Give it up.
Never mind. I will have a good Halloween song parody for you later this week.
J is a little better. I have a fresh new episode of Desperate Housewives waiting for me on my DVR. And I’m playing tomorrow. Beyond that, at the moment, I don’t care. 🙂
When it’s raining, the world is mine.