The good rain sways so gently

This is the good rain (with apologies to Timothy Egan), the one that stores itself up, teases for a day or two, almost comes then doesn't, then finally breaks loose like a pent up failure of admirable self control. This is a real rain, not spitting, misting, sprinkling, drizzling, or fitting any of the many other nuanced words we use to describe the various shades of rain we see here in the Pacific Northwest.

Most of us are relieved by it, and many of us will freely admit it.  Yes, we grumble when we go through long unbroken weeks of nothing but rain, and we certainly know how to take advantage of sunny days while they're here. Yet after a string of not-rainy days we also ease back into a rainy day as if it was a soft overstuffed chair at the end of a hard day.

First song out of the gate this morning:

Hottest summer in a hundred years
But summer didn't bother
Getting up this morning

I know that's taking the lyric it of context, but it did sort of fit the drive in through the heavy rains.  How about the second song up:

Money's just something you throw
Off the back of a train
Got a handful of lightening
A hat full of rain

Still a stretch.  No, I think the best lyric from today that can be aptly applied to this good rain and the feeling it evokes (even though these words have a totally different application in the song!) come from The Girl From Impanema:

When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes, “Aaah…”

Aaah, indeed, this good rain.

Today's full playlist:

• Travis: The Fear
  
• Norah Jones: The Long Way Home
  
• The Byrds: Mr. Tambourine Man
  
• Stan Getz & Joao Gilberto: The Girl From Impanema
  
• Pearl Django: Lady Be Good
  
• Glen Campbell: Galveston