Hi all
Some may remember this from the lyrics section - thanks for lots of good input there as always.
It was inspired by this - now quite famous I think - Craigslist Missed Connections post entitled "I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself":
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/craigslist-missed-connection_56177218e4b0dbb8000df6d4Whether or not it's genuine, it's hard to be unmoved. (Summary: Vietnam veteran finds returning home too hard to handle and contemplates suicide; trudges around Boston in the rain; finds another uphappy, soaked person in a ballgown; they share coffee and chat but she disappears; this meeting gives him the will to keep living; years later he posts a piece online describing what happened, thanking her and wondering whether she's still out there.) But for a twist - and to avoid cheese - I decided to write it from the lady's point of view...
As always, lots of questions:
- It's quite specific and potentially not universal - if you don't know the story does it make any sense at all? Does it matter?
- I went for a slow build - but does it lose interest?
- The final chorus felt right - but does it go on too long?
- I do realise that I am a British male and this should be sung by an American female...
Anyhow, it's been a labour of love. Interested in everyone's reactions as ever.
Rescued by the Rain
Slight remix (thanks to commenters):
https://soundcloud.com/lutehill/rescued-by-the-rain-17122015-remixV1
Coffee and pie ambushed your final thoughts
I saw someone whose whiskey they could wash away
For an hour did I make you the richest man in town
Your smoke giving way to our rain
V2
But I also moved between patient and nurse
All we had to do was keep each other alive
Forget what we've done and see what's still to do
Two fighters with petrified eyes
CH
Who gave who
the greatest gift?
To wonder at life's colours again
Who saved who?
That day when life loved us
And we were both rescued by the rain
V3
Seems I was born only to serve
So with honour I returned to face my own wars
Dutifully sending more good hearts out into the world
For me no discharge; and almost no remorse...
M8
Enough now
When you're someone like me
You make do with an hour of escape
Go now
Your escape was complete
But we'll both still remember when it rains
(c) Adam Farr, 2015