Rain Drops Keep Fallin On My Head

Last night I dreamt of packing up my grandmother's things, not like we did, from her final sad apartment that she spent less than a year living in. The apartment I tried cheerfully and desperately to convince her was great when we toured it together, the week after Thanksgiving 2012. In my dream we were back in the house she shared with my grandfather and everything was still intact, the house and her memory and my heart.

The contents of her bedroom were all there. The dark, oversized bedroom set, her satin lined jewelry box with its mix of heirloom and costume jewelry. Her oval mirror always sat atop her dresser and kept organized her perfume, powder and brushes. My most cherished trinket in her room was her tiny music box that, when opened, played "Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head". She used to wind it up and set it on her dresser while she brushed my hair to distract me. When I awoke from my dream I could smell her bedroom, and my first thought was of that song. Many of her favorite singers had done versions of this song and I'd probably heard them all: Engelbert Humperdink, Perry Como, Andy Williams. Listening to old music and playing cards was how we passed our afternoons. How lucky we were.




                                        "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head"

[Originally by B. J. Thomas]

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
Just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Oh, raindrops keep fallin' on my head
Keep a-fallin'

Cause I just done me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job
Oh, raindrops keep fallin' on my head
Keep a-fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me
Won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness
Comes up to greet me
To greet greet greet greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
Cause I ain't gonna stop the rain by complaining

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
Cause I ain't gonna stop the rain by complaining

Because I'm free
Nothing's bothering me
Because I'm free
Nothing's bothering me
Because I'm free
Nothing's bothering me
Because I'm free
Nothing's bothering me