"Sitting here for hours just listening to the rain..."

As I have no scotch or real fireplace to sit by while reading more of "David Copperfield" (and because I was working pretty much all day), here are some song lyrics for this drippy, cold, grey, rainy day...

Now you can sell your soul
But you can't buy it back
I've spent my whole life
Working to give you everything you like

Now I wish you were here
So we could walk and talk
In the soft rain, in the soft rain
Now all that left of us
Is a picture sitting in a frame

I would gladly trade
All of my sympathy for sorrow
If I could have you,
If I could have you here with me to my own

I wish you were here
So we could walk and talk
In the soft rain, in the soft rain
Now all that's left of us
Is a picture sitting in a frame

Everything I wish for
Is everything I see
I remember when your kisses were for me

So many wasted days
The past is so hard to get out from under
So many words that I wish I could say
The future rattles my bones weak like thunder

I wish you were here
So we could walk and talk
In the soft rain, soft rain, soft rain
Now all that's left of us
Is a picture sitting in a frame

Everything I wish for
Is everything I see
I remember when your kisses were for me
Everything I wish for
Is everything I see
I remember when your kisses were for me
-"Picture in a Frame," Ben Harper


In the twilight glow I see her
Blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again
Love is like a dying ember
And only memories remain
And through the ages I'll remember
Blue eyes crying in the rain.
Someday when we meet up yonder
We'll stroll hand in hand again
In the land that knows no parting
For blue eyes crying in the rain.
-"Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain," Willie Nelson