Rains on Me

I haven't written anything in a while. Well, that's sort of true. There are things I've written but haven't published. It's been a hectic couple of weeks. All of my time has been bogarted. I should change my name to Humphrey. If only I could have my very own Lauren Bacall. There's a girl I know that comes close, but she's spoken for. Funny how often that happens. It's made me realize how hard it is for relationships to take flight. Reality, governed by gravity, is more unforgiving than imagination. Love, however, is a bit more precocious and begins flapping its fledgling wings at the slightest hint of possibility. But to take flight with another requires tremendous coordination, trust, timing. In love the odds are stacked against us, always. It is why we cling to that which is tender and deep. When we feel it, really feel it, something inside us hums; makes music of our blood. It's as though a circuit has been made complete and all the world becomes a soft and lilting song. 

The rain here has been incessant. Curtains of it fall in the dark. And also throughout the day. It is for the best though, because of the drought. The rain heals the grass and the trees, restores reservoirs. There is something romantic about it. It's the closest thing to love that thirst can know. Nurturing and indiscriminate, the sky gives itself to the land in a beautifully suicidal surrender, gathering in splattered puddles and pools dreaming of spring, waiting to be reincarnated as a blade of grass, a small mushroom or a colorful flower. 

This is how the world will be
everywhere I go it rains on me
forty monkeys drowning in a boiling sea
everywhere I go it rains on me
I went down into the valley to pray
everywhere I go it rains on me
I got drunk and I stayed all day
everywhere I go it rains on me

everywhere I go
everywhere I go
everywhere I go
it rains on me

All god's chilluns can't you see
everywhere I go it rains on me
Louie Lista and Marchese
everywhere I go it rains on me
Robert Sheehan and Paul Body
everywhere I go it rains on me
I went down to Argyle
I went down to Dix
everywhere I go it rains on me
to get my powders and to get my fix
everywhere I go it rains on me

everywhere I go
everywhere I go
everywhere I go
it rains on me

everywhere I go
everywhere I go
everywhere I go

Tom Waits