Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Rainstorm

(in tribute to Harry Chapin)

I’ve always loved the sunshine,
The blue and cloudless skies.
But now I need the raindrops
Falling in my eyes.

And the rain’s coming down
And the pain’s coming 'round.
And the rain falling down
Hides my tears.

Well, she was only eighteen
And I was forty-one.
My friends would tell me, “Harry,
She’s just too damn young.”

But love is for the ageless
And passion is its child.
I was rich and restless.
She was poor and wild.

And the rain’s coming down
And the pain’s coming 'round.
And the rain falling down
Hides my tears.

We traveled throughout Europe
And there we found our life.
We settled in to living,
Husband with a wife.

Well I went back to flying,
While she shopped all the stores.
Butlers did her bidding,
Maids did all the chores.

Funny how a love can sour,
Dying slowly by the hour.
Ending when it’s least expected,
Knowing that you can’t accept it.

The times were quickly slipping
A year became a day.
Routine was our rhythm,
Sameness was our way.

One day I came home early
To laughter from upstairs.
I ran up to the bedroom.
They were not aware.

And the rain’s coming down
And the pain’s coming 'round.
And the rain falling down
Hides my tears.

Well, he was only nineteen
And she was thirty-one.
I heard myself, while crying,
“Sue, he’s too damn young”

She left and now I’m searching
For clouds of dark and gray
And hoping that a rainstorm
Takes my pain away.

And the rain’s coming down
And the pain’s coming 'round.
And the rain falling down
Hides my tears.

Hides my tears.

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