When you hear “Looking Through the Rain” what do you think of? A young girl sitting on a park bench, night fallen, downpour….. An old man with nothing left but an old picture, thinking back on what used to be… Soaked by the thick rain…. Tell me, have you ever been here?
When I wrote “Looking Through the Rain” it really happened all at once. It started out just as an idea, the part you first heard was all I had begun to write. I had toyed with the idea a bit, trying this, trying that… But mostly I couldn’t get it out of my head.
One night I was out in the park, it was already dark out. I was under a patio, on a bench…. Rain pouring down… There was a tree, all in sillouette to my left… A path, curving out of view, was illuminated by the soft orange glow of the lamp above… The pathway was covered in water… The downpour was so heavy, and the sky was black….
When I looked to see this, I saw it a different way. It wasn’t about looking at the rain anymore… I was looking through it, and I could hear the song as clear as day. I didn’t just see my song, I also saw the others on the album. It was all clear on this seemingly dreadful night… I wrote the poem right away, and put down the first recording of it not long after.
So now, why don’t you listen to the song, and read the poem I wrote about that very same night. You will see how I turned this picture into sound.
Get “Looking Through the Rain” HERE
Now the poem…………..
Looking through the rain
With forbidden eyes
Seeing the unknown
Through the swaths of water falling
Down… down… down…
I see the pathway
It’s old and sacred
I’m not sure where it leads
But I’d like to find out…
There’s water almost covering it
The grass on either side is submerged
Water of the past…..
It has seen the makings of history
The tree is in shadow
I cannot see its details
The bark, cut and blemishes
Are all hidden
Maybe for a good reason…..
The warmth of her sitting next to me…
I can feel the water on her clothes
Seeping through mine
Onto my skin
It’s alright though… I am content
She looks into my eyes with the
Night sky above us
Stars still untouched
Eons of time has passed before their eyes
The black, ominous clouds still
Looming above our young heads
Sending down its rain
But with it your memories travel too…
Down… down… down to the ground…
Till you decide to pick them back up again
And relive the time long passed
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