Sit and Listen to the Rain

Not quite a Chirstmas carol, huh? But this was me last night, sitting here, listening to the rain beat against the house, making singing sounds in the downspouts and overflowing the gutters. It's not a bad thing, it's just a part of life and it's not a constant part of life. Sometimes you have these moods, then they pass. Then you move on to something else, and there's a really good chance it's going to be something good. That's just the way life is.

And it's nice to have a soundtrack to what you're living.

Sit around, dream away the place I’m from
Used to feel so much, now I just feel numb
I could go out tonight, but I ain’t sure what for
Call a friend or two I don’t know anymore

Sit and listen to the rain
Sit and listen to the rain

Gonna ride down to the river where it runs
Gonna watch TV and pray for decent reruns
Sit around and dream away what I’ve become
Used to feel so much, now I just feel dumb

Sit and listen to the rain
Sit and listen to the rain

I’ll never understand this emptiness
I’ll never really try and understand, I guess
I’ll never understand this emptiness
I’ll never really try and understand,
Try and understand, I guess

Sit around, dream away the place I’m from
Used to feel so much, now I just feel dumb
Could go out tonight, but I ain’t sure what for
Call a friend or two I don’t know anymore

Sit and listen to the rain
Sit and listen to the rain
--Ryan Adams