This is a repeat of a blog I posted on the Victoria Advocate a couple years ago. It's a sad thing that it needs to be repeated, but it is what it is. This time, I HAVE included video of the great songs I mentioned, plus a little Blind Melon (poor Bee Girl - wait, lucky Bee Girl!)thrown in for good measure, so....go ahead, and drown yourself in this great music while the sky steadfastly refuses to open up. At least your ears will be happy.
I remember rain. It's wet, cool, falls from the sky, and when it reaches the earth below, it makes mud that you can squish between your toes and the little ones can make gourmet mudpies from.
The beauty of a good soaking, the demanding clap of thunder on a warm night....these, too, are things that I remember. I recall opening up an umbrella, and hearing the pitter-patter of the drops on the top of the nylon fabric. Those same umbrellas are now collecting a layer of dust in my coat closet. Will I EVER be able to use them again?
I am growing more despondent and desperate by the day for just a shower, a sign from heaven above that Texas has NOT been forgotten nor forsaken by Mother Nature. I don't make my living by depending on what the weather may hold, but many in this area do. Ranchers and farmers have my deepest sympathy, as I cannot imagine how devastating it must be for them right now to be at the mercy of one of the worst droughts in South Texas history.
I have seen anecdotes in other blogs about doing rain dances, dressing in native american garb, praying, and hoping against hope for just a little precipitation. Well, folks, nothing seems to have done the trick thus far. Just what is it going to take? If I knew, I would have already done it. Livestock and animals are suffering, people are cranky, grass is beyond crunchy - it's DEAD. Most of my plants are either wilted or dead, or quickly heading that way. It sounds ridiculous, but the last time I saw rain of any real significance was in November. Oh, no, not here - IN DELAWARE. I had a thought at the time to bring some back home with me just in case, but it was a lighthearted thought at the time. Now, it's gotten serious.
To while away the cloudless, rainless hours, I recommend some groovy tunes - who knows, if we listen to enough "rain" songs together, something might happen, right? I would love to include You Tube links, but truthfully, it's just too depressing. Try "Rain" by the Beatles, a lovely tune that has been in my head for 3 days running now. "Let it Rain" by Eric Clapton is always good for some mellow rock, as is "Have You Ever Seen the Rain" by Creedence Clearwater Revival. Although it isn't really about rain per se, "Love Reign O'er Me" by the Who off their seminal work "Quadrophenia" is another fine rain tune. In fact, the entire album is amazing from start to finish, and is highly recommended by me.
If that doesn't fill the bill, try watching "Singing in the Rain", a wonderful movie that still doesn't show its age, starring Debbie Reynolds, Donald O'Connor, and of course, Gene Kelly. It is a funny, well-done movie, and even though right now the sight of Kelly splashing in the rain might be a little depressing, it is not to be missed! Rock on, kiddies, and keep looking to the sky - there has to be a raincloud out there with our name on it. RIGHT?
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It sprinkled on me this afternoon! Lasted all of 12 seconds, or less.
Got any snakes out there at your place? Go kill one and hang it on the fence. That will bring rain.
You saw rain - er, sprinkles? Wow, nothing out here.
Our Hamlet brought a small snake onto the porch the other night, couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 inches long. But I scooped it up and put it in the back yard. I'm not a snake killer. I used to have a snake as a pet. I really don't mind them. I don't bother them, so they don't bother me.
Now, dad, that's a different story. He HATES snakes, but hasn't killed any thus far this season. But it's probably just a matter of time. If we were to hang one on the fence, the cats will have it down in no time!
It rained a little here the other day, but it didn't stick.
I grew up in the country. I remember, one time, when I was a little girl - 10 or so - I was getting ready to take a bath. I was waiting for the tub to fill. I went into the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind me, took off my clothes, turned off the water, and saw a snake between naked me and the door! I jumped on the toilet and began to scream. No one could get in the bathroom to help me, because I had locked the door. That snake had been living in the bathroom walls.
The bathroom was ON THE SECOND FLOOR!
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