The lip-sync (un)masterpiece, Blame It on the Rain. Annie Lennox and Here Comes the Rain Again. Gene Kelly tap dancing his way down the lane just Singin' In the Rain. For the classic country folks, there is Eddie Rabbitt's I Love a Rainy Night.
Falling into the classic crooners and groovy blues guitarist categories come Julie London's version of September in the Rain and Wes Montgomery's Here's That Rainy Day, respectively. My ever-expanding knowledge and appreciation of such nifty tracks is a delightful educational process. I know that you wouldn't generally apply croon-er to a female vocalist; but, croon-ette sounds like a disappointing offshoot of the Mickey Mouse Club. Take a listen to Julie, you'll hear what I mean.
Falling into the classic crooners and groovy blues guitarist categories come Julie London's version of September in the Rain and Wes Montgomery's Here's That Rainy Day, respectively. My ever-expanding knowledge and appreciation of such nifty tracks is a delightful educational process. I know that you wouldn't generally apply croon-er to a female vocalist; but, croon-ette sounds like a disappointing offshoot of the Mickey Mouse Club. Take a listen to Julie, you'll hear what I mean.
For soundtrack lovers, there's the artist formerly known as Prince but who was known as Prince when the song came out: Purple Rain. And, side B of the 1977 Grease soundtrack features a fantastically dismal song entitled It's Raining on Prom Night. Complete with a heart-breaking monologue by a jilted prom queen who lost her corsage and her sister's i.d.
And I would be remiss in my "yes, I once had a wall poster of John Taylor hanging in my bedroom" fandom if I neglected to mention Hold Back the Rain. Duran Duran. Rio. You can borrow my cassette tape. Yup. I'm so vintage.
Then came the lyrics that involve rain. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. How about Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling, down, down, down. Sound of Music and The Breakfast Club, respectively. Then, we ran aground. I'm sure that you could come up with a few of your own. No fair Googling. Use your noggin. Squee--and whee!
In case you were wondering, the prom queen's corsage and i.d. fell down the sewer.
Kleenex not included.
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