the rain brings itself

and i wouldn't mind at all if it brings itself right back. i'm more than little disapointed it stopped. i was enjoying walking out the door and into the damp. the way this city - any city - looks wet... everything looks more purposeful. more alive with intent. it takes on a different brand of resilience in the rain. less defiance, more resolve. it was inspiring my favorite songs the last couple days... let me know if i'm off on any of the lyrics.

The Rose Buds - Hold Hands And Fight
i have told myself i know
a thousand ways to leave this place
we must tie our shoes on tight
for the march ahead through sleepy beds
and we'll get by
and we tell ourselves one more time
we get by
and we brace ourselves and hold our hands and fight

Beat Radio - Treetops
the treetops of my mind
my hearts keeping time
in the basement of my head
i remember what you said
on the jukebox in a bar
i heard the sound of old guitar
changed something in my brain
and i've never beeen the same