"The rain in Spain falls mostly on the …" You know the rest.
Having been involved with music since childhood, I have tunes running through my head while awake and asleep. Every circumstance seems to hit the "play" button.
As I sat on our enclosed deck along our beloved Saranac River and began conjuring up a topic for this column, the gray matter coalesced. My brain repeated the musical phrase "You and me and rain on the roof." It was as if the drops were falling in time with the tune.
To some, metal roofs are noisy. To me, they are magical. The pitter patter and the splish splash are almost like having a drummer on call. John Sebastian and the Lovin' Spoonful released "Rain on the Roof" in 1966 and, even after 46 years, it still makes me smile.
As I correspond with friends far and near, I find myself using song lyrics often to help describe how I feel. "Rhythm of the Rain" by the Cascades is another one I mentioned recently, and the recipient responded with the exact year it came out (1962) along with a memory it produced.
Just as I typed the song title on my laptop, I glanced up in time to see three beautiful young deer emerge from the brush across the river and pose for me, as if on cue. They nibbled leaves, raised their heads to sniff the air from time to time and continued along the riverbank. I whispered, "Thank you, God," and at that moment, a fawn emerged from the thicket, moved along to catch up with the others. Could it get any better than this? I strained my eyes to see them through the lush spring greenery until I spied the last swish of their lovely white tails, and they were gone.