It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring, he bumped his head and wet the bed so he couldn’t get up in the morning! Oh, my gosh! I just looked it up and discovered I was singing it wrong, quietly, in my head for decades!!! *
I live in Washington state and I sing these lyrics in my head quite often. Do you notice yourself humming it or singing the lyrics, properly or otherwise? Or are you of the other ilk, those who sing that much darker song — come on, you know the one: Rain, Rain go away come again some other day? If you are a rain hater you should not live anywhere on the west coast of America other than the southern most reaches of California. Of course, if you do choose to live in “the desert” you won’t be able to sing the best rain song of all: “I can see clearly now the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind. It’s gonna be a bright, bright, sunshiny day. You won’t be singing Jimmy Cliff’s song because without the rain coming and paying us a visit it cannot go away.
And so I am here to say, I love the rain. The sight, the sound, the smell… Let it Pour, Let it Pour, Let it Pour!
This morning as I lay dreaming in my bed I slowly became cognizant of the beautiful, steady rhythm of a grand downpour of rain. I was dreaming a lucid dream. I don’t remember the contents of the dream, what I do remember is thinking about how wonderful it sounded to hear the raindrops once again slamming themselves against buildings, trees, rocks, cars and earth. I was tired, I wanted to sleep but the droning of the downpour was wonderful as they continued to sing to me, Memee, do you hear me? My drops are large, they are full and heavy. They want you to join us. Memee, won’t you wake up and come enjoy the display we’re putting on for you?
And so as I lay there in my slumber I decided it was too lovely to sleep through, this was a rain full of glory and I didn’t want to miss it. I woke myself up, opened my eyes and laid there for a while listening, it was magnificent. And then I decided I wanted, I needed even more from it… more sound, more smell and I wanted to see those raindrops as they fell, splishing and a’splashing their way to destruction. And so I got up, walked over to the window, opened the blinds fully, pulled the window open and breathed our rainstorm in.
Oh, what a wonderful way to start my day!
*(Three exclamation marks for 3 full decades)
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