Monday, March 15, 2010

Kiss the rain

Day 8

--STATS--

Artist: Billie Myers

Genre: Pop/Rock

Album: Growing pains

Released: 1997


Hello...
Can you hear me?
Am I getting through to you?
Hello...
Is it late there?
Is there laughter on the line?
Are you sure your there alone?
Cuz I'm trying to explain--
somethings wrong,
you just don't sound the same.
Why don't you,
why don't you...
go outside,
go outside...

Kiss the rain
whenever you need me.
Kiss the rain
whenever I'm gone too long.
If your lips feel hungry & thirsty
kiss the rain,
and wait for the dawn.
Keep in mind
were under the same sky,
and the nights as empty for me as for you.
If you feel you can't wait til morning....
Kiss the rain.
Kiss the rain.
Kiss the rain.

Hello...
Do you miss me?
I hear you say you do,
but not the way I'm missing you.
What's new?
Hows the weather?
Is it stormy where you are?
You sound so close but it feels like your so far.
Oh would it mean anything,
if you knew what I'm left imagining.
In my mind,
in my mind,
would you go,
would you go,
Kiss the rain!

As you fall over me,
think of me, think of me,
think of me, only me,
Kiss the rain
whenever you need me.
Kiss the rain
whenever I'm gone too long.
If your lips feel hungry & thirsty
kiss the rain,
and wait for the dawn.
Keep in mind
were under the same sky,
and the nights as empty for me as for you.
If you feel you can't wait til morning....
Kiss the rain.
Kiss the rain.
Kiss the rain.

Hello...
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?



This song makes me think all the way back to seventh grade. It was a terrible year for me. It still remains to be til this day, the worst year in school I ever had. It didn't help that the previous year had been my best year in school. Really, how do you live up to that? It was December, 1997. I had just changed schools that year, due to the re-opening of the new Leslie ( I had been attending Crossler Middle School.) & was not really warming up to it. At Crossler, things already had a certain flow, having been open for awhile. The teachers seemed extra nice, the pep assemblies extra peppy, and we had a jukebox in the lunchroom that students could choose song selections in the mornings before class & the whole lunch period! The cherry on the top was the cute Australian gym teacher who made up cool games like London ball that we all enjoyed playing. Leslie still had a few bugs to work out in their scheduling, the teachers often seemed slightly pretentious & unattainable, & the gym teacher left much to be desired....drills replaced London ball. What do you expect from a guy named Soren sorenson. My grades were suffering due to lack of interest & focus. I was missing some of my old friends & the threat of a possible move later in the year lingered on my mind. Puberty & it's wacky hormones did not help, believe it or not.

Needless to say, I was greatly anticipating Christmas break, when I got to travel with my Dad to Washington to visit family. The time away was much needed. While away, I tried my best to forget about the things that had been bothering me the past few months. I spent much time relaxing. I read books, watched movies, went out to dinner, soaked in the hot tub. And this song was on the radio. I hadn't heard it before. All the radio stations were different than the ones in Oregon, and I was quite enjoying it. They played Kiss the rain so many times that week that by the time were heading back home, I knew all the words. When we arrived home, I bought the CD & a new boom box with my Christmas gift cards. Listening to that song took me away from all the bad times I was trying to forget. It's funny that thinking about it now brings me back to those times.

I haven't really listened to this CD in a long time. I'm surprised even that I still have it. Scratched & worn, the lettering on the front is wearing down. I think I shall give it one more listen, then pass it on. Maybe it will help another hormonally dysfunctional teen. Who knows?

What does this song mean to you?









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