This morning, on our way to work a song came on the radio.
Tom is obsessive compulsive about the radio. He is constantly turning the dial
searching for a good song. When he finds one it’s usually at least halfway
through, and it’s usually one of about five songs that he finds acceptable at
the moment. To be fair, he always stops on “Iris”, “Walking in Memphis” and
anything Matchbox Twenty because he knows I love them. He also avoids “Drops of
Jupiter” and “Strawberry Wine” because he knows I hate them. I can’t complain too much. Although, I do complain a
little; it’s maddening.
Today he stopped on a different song. It was at an instrumental
break so I had no idea what it was, but Tommy has an unbelievable memory for
music. He stopped turning and said. “This is the song I wanted at the wedding.”
Back when we were picking out music, Tom had a song in mind
for us to dance to, but he couldn’t think of it. We tried everything, pouring
through his song books, he even tried singing some of it to get me to recognize
it, but I couldn’t. Because of his dial turning, much of what came out after we
got together doesn’t stick for me, which I am mostly okay with. We finally
decided on “Can’t Help Falling in Love (With You)” by Elvis. It was nice.
But the song I heard today would have been better. Even Tom
said, “Kind of fitting isn’t it?” My Husband isn’t the romantic type, he doesn’t
do flowers, or candle lit dinners or grand gestures; but somehow with just one
comment, he can take a casual morning commute and make me feel so loved and
happy. I try not to make a big deal out of it, gushing embarrasses him, but I
hope he knows, and even more than that, I hope that sometimes, I make him feel
this way too.
She's my kind of rain
Like love in a drunken sky
She's confetti falling
Down all night
She sits quietly there
Black water in a jar
Says, Baby why are you
Trembling like you are
So I wait
And I try
I confess like a child
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
She's the sun set shadows
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's made at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreaming tree
Together in this brief eternity
Summer days, winter snows
She's all things to behold
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
So I wait
And I try
I confess all my crimes
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
She's my kind of rain
Oh, rain on me
She's my kind of rain
-She’s
My Kind of Rain, Tim McGraw
