Rainy Day Song

A song about raindrops shot straight to the top like a lightning bolt; “Raindrops keep falling on my head, they keep falling; because I'm free, nothin's worryin' me.” Remember that song? Was that someone who just got out of prison? Couldn't've been written by a woman; heavy rain, falling on our heads, plasters hair to our scalps like swim caps, or a stocking mask- unless, we wear natural curls- then it shrinks up, kinks up, like a wool sweater, boiled in hot water. Today, the raindrops weren't simply falling, they pounded the roof, as if they were attempting to mimic hail, or, better yet, douse the fires of hell. Lightning bolts were in it as well, flashing light at 4:00 AM, shocking sleep right out of our brains. But the sound, the sound of those raindrops filled the house, brought childhood rushing back, with the sound of raindrops beating a tattoo on that old tin roof.