Music Monday Bonus: "Summer Rain" - an original composition

There's no embedded music video or song clip for this post since I can't write music.

I've messed around with musical instruments for years, so I have no formal training outside of a couple of intro to music theory courses.

But that didn't stop me from writing song lyrics for about six years in the mid to late 1990s.

The song below I wrote the lyrics for during the summer before my senior year of college. It was inspired by a girl (or two) that I may or may not have had a thing for at the time during that summer but I could never convince myself to actually get up the courage to do something about it. Fear of rejection and all of that jazz. I usually just played out the conversation in my head to what I assumed was going to be its natural conclusion.

I've always liked how the world smells after a rainshower or thunderstorm during the summer. The petrichor

Anyway, as often happens, I never told the girl(s) involved that they served as the inspiration for this song. But if either of them happen to read it, I hope they like it.

SUMMER RAIN

He’s sitting by the windowsill

Trying to keep his mind from wandering away

It’s easy for him to get distracted

And she don’t understand

What she means to him

The summer rain

Is washing down on him

Covering his face like warm wet tears

He’s waiting for her to come to him

And he don’t understand

Why she doesn’t want him

And she don’t understand

What she means to him

The soothing sound of

The summer rain

Offering relief that isn’t there

No it ain’t there

And he don’t understand

Why she doesn’t want him

And she don’t understand

What she means to him

And he wants to know

How she can be his

And she wants to know

How to let him down easy

Don’t believe the deceiving summer rain

Don’t believe the deceiving summer rain