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I DO Like Watching Puddles Gather Rain, But This is Getting Absurd

Remember that time you were in high school and you listened to all the really cool music, but when you went to work they had it on the country station because it was the only station in town so you learned all the words to a lot of late 90s country songs?

No?

Well then you didn't live my life. Either that, or you don't care for run on sentences the way I do. Whatever. Obviously this is a story about me, so don't worry about it. 

So there I was, filing insurance claims, answering phones, and wishing this one-horse town would get a second horse and, just maybe, a rock station. Well as my mother always said, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. In this case, the beggars got all the horses they could handle (most of them are tied up in front yards on Central Avenue). But no dice on that radio station. I could be wrong, but I believe even the one from my high school years is now a thing of the past.

It's taking me too long to get to my point. What I'm trying to say is, it's not my fault that today--as my friends and my home are being threatened by torrential downpours and my daughter is being an absolute thundercloud--I found myself humming, then just flat out singing an old country tune.



Now there are more than a few country songs about rain; am I right? Seems to be a weather pattern that really suits the genre. But if I'm going to be fair, it holds universal popularity. My favorites Supertramp, Tom Petty, and the Beatles all have a good rainy day song, and I think Creedence Clearwater has at least two.

Still, country singers love their rain. Which is why it took me just a bit to locate the song I was looking for--not remembering its name and having no frame of reference for an artist. Turns out, the song is by Jo Dee Messina. Jo Dee. I think I could write a whole post on names like Jo Dee, but I'll spare you.

If you're familiar with Ms. Messina's body of work, you'll now know the song I've been bopping around the house, singing to myself, is Bring On the Rain. Or maybe she has like seven songs about rain and I just ruined the surprise. Sorry about that.

I'll be honest with you. The lyrics are trite and the melody is ho hum. But some days (today) are not so good (hideous, more like). Some days are so bad, in fact, that trite lyrics to a blah tune are just the rope you need to pull yourself out of the hole (or hang yourself, I guess; but don't do that).

So if you, like me, have got more rain in your life today than you can handle, here's my (Jo Dee's) gift to you: 
 

I hope you weather this storm with strength and dignity. That'll make one of us ;)

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