Usually from the backseat of an old Chevy on long trips to Grand-maw's house, or as you tinkered on that broken down truck, but mostly on Sunday mornings when you made your famous beer- battered biscuits,I heard that song.
You whistled or hummed to the forgotten words, but it was your song all the same.
I can see clearly now the rain has gone............
It's going to be a bright bright sunshiny day........
When the big storm hit, did you close your eyes?
Why did the rain sodden your days, months,then years?
Saturated, you allowed time to weather that storm.
But the clouds have passed.
It's over now.
I hope you can see clearly by now.
Years since found me on a country road just after a rain.
Your song came on the radio.
I could see the sun poking through the clouds.
When I called you that evening you said it was still raining, but you were doing alright.
A lttle rain never hurt nobody.........
I'll be back next week. I am going to visit my family in Dallas-maybe I'll have a few biscuits on Sunday morning if it's not raining too hard.