October 1, 2011

At first I wasn’t going to go to the Occupy Wall Street protests against the banks and greedy corporations that continue to bulldoze the middle class right off the face of the earth. I heard about cops pepper-spraying people, handcuffing them till their hands turned blue and abusing their power to silence people protesting peacefully. I’ve been beaten up by a cop twice in my life and I’m not anxious for the third beating. And I have to admit, the cynic in me said, “What’s it all worth? Can it make a difference?” Well, it’s been going on for two weeks now and I’m curious as to what the scene is like down at Liberty Park. “Boris” asked if we were going to go, and that’s where we’re off to right now. I really wish I had a gas mask though!

Shit, I just walked outside of work and it's pouring down rain. It'll be hard to take pictures down there tonight, so I've decided to go next week. Tonight, I'll improvise and take photos of walking home in the rain and pair them up with lyrics and links to songs about rain. Kind of an artsy-fartsy post tonight. Okay, here we go.

Feels like colored rain, tastes like colored rain, bring on colored rain...yeah.

I'll never let you see, the way my broken heart is hurting me, I've got my pride and I know how to hide all my sorrow and pain. I'll do my crying in the rain.

I loved her, but now I've lost her, love's in vain. I watch a funeral in the rain.

Kentucky rain keeps pouring down, and up ahead's another town that I'll go walking through, with the rain in my shoes, searchin' for you. In the cold Kentucky rain.

Broken windows and empty hallways, a pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray. Human kindness is overflowing and I think it's going to rain today.

A rainy night in Georgia, such a rainy night in Georgia. Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world. I feel like it's raining all over the world.

Wastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down. The wise man built his words upon the rocks. But I'm not bound to follow suit.

Bus stop, wet day, she's there I say, please share my umbrella. Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows, under my umbrella.

Rain, I don't mind. Shine, the world looks fine. Can you hear me that when it rains and shines, it's just a state of mind. Can you hear me?

Further reading: The Weather Channel, The Weather Man and Answers.com.

I wish I never saw the sunshine,
Cause maybe, I wouldn’t mind the rain.

(Surprise link...click on it...I dare you!)

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