Silly Raindrop

A drink on the brink

This short song was inspired by Pink Floyd’s “Eclipse.” I began writing it 20 years ago, but only recently fleshed it out. Its opening melody has been kicking around in my head all these years, so I owed it to the inspiration to immortalize it here, however imperfect it may be.

It’s very rough, and I’m not that musically trained, but I hope this a cappella ditty brightens your day. Wait, actually, a brighter day’s not a great thing in this song—you’ll see.

I switch to a bluesy rhythm a couple times; without music to build to it, I understand that may come across as jarring. If you play a musical instrument (piano/guitar), I’d love to collab and turn this into an actual song.

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Photo by Donald Giannatti on Unsplash

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Here’s me, singing this:

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Silly Raindrop

As that silly raindrop fell,

I knew it could not very well

Stop its fall—

It was a tumbling crawl


With its bottom, flat and its top pointed high.

And I, oh, I,

This poor, wandering man

Yeah, I, this poor vagabond man,

Collapsed on the shifting sand—

How one kiss from that little raindrop

Would be all I’d ever need


And it’s all very well,

Till the Sun sheds its veil

Of looming and pale

Clouds of mist and ice


So I watched that tiny raindrop,

Come to rain on my parade, I watched

The sun reveal its hideous face

while a rainbow erupted, a weed from the grave


Sprawled flat on the grit—

Couldn’t muster no spit.

Encaged by the rays of the Sun,

My story will soon be done


‘Cause it’s all very well

Till the Sun sheds its veil

Of looming and pale

Clouds filled with rain and ice


When the clouds are eclipsed by the sun,

Our story will soon be done


So let’s watch those tiny raindrops,

Come to rain on our parade–we watch

The sickly Sun reveal its face

And a rainbow erupts, like a weed from the grave


Our story will soon be done

Lest a silly, little raindrop,

one,

fall—upon

ex-pec-tant

lips


How a kiss from one little raindrop

would be all I’d ever need.