It's Raining, Men

It's a Monday. The sky is dark and the flashes of lightning are followed by peals of thunder. Elsewhere, I'm told that it's raining hard.

On days like this, I can hear the voice of Karen Carpenter in my head, singing:

Rainy Days and Mondays

Talking to myself and feeling old

Sometimes I'd like to quit

Nothing ever seems to fit

Hangin around, nothing to do but frown

Rainy days and mondays always get me down


What I've got they used to call the blues

Nothing is really wrong

Feeling like I don't belong

Walking around some kind of lonely clown

Rainy days and mondays always get me down


Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you

It's nice to know somebody loves me

Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do

To run and find the one who loves me


(*) what I feel is come and gone before

No need to talk it out

We know what it's all about

Hanging around, nothing to do but frown

Rainy days and mondays always get me down


Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do

Run and find the one who loves me


Repeat (*)


Hangin' around, nothing do to but frown

Rainy days and mondays always get me down


I turned 33 today. Of course I feel old. :)