I am completely in love with the song I uploaded from YouTube yesterday. The song "I wish it would rain" by The Temptations. The song was written by Rodger Penzabene about his wife who had cheated on him and she had been his whole world. He was crushed about the situation and so he writes the song about wishing it would rain so he can go outside and his tears and pain will blend in and no one will know that he had spent so much time crying inside the house. All he wants is to cry to release the hurt he feels and he's so desperate for rain to hide the fact that he keeps crying and the raindrops will hide his teardrops. The song also wasn't enough... A week later, after the song was released, Penzabene committed suicide on New Year's Eve. I looked deep into this song's meaning because I knew that powerful words like that were not just written and sung by chance. I can relate to the song's words, in general, about wanting it to rain to match your own internal storm. I've had days where I just felt like I was so sad or was going thru something within myself and I would cry. I cried in the shower, I cried in bed, I cried falling asleep. I would wake up to the sun shining but I would keep my blinds drawn so it would be as dark as my soul in my apartment. To know the personal story behind it, makes the song even more sad, especially to know that it ended with him committing suicide. I know he must have been battling some serious demons within himself. When I listen to the song, even the singer sings it with so much heartache that you can't help but imagine what the hurt must have felt like for those lyrics to have been born. I would have to say that I agree. When I cry, I want the skies to cry with me. I want my tears to fall down my cheeks as if they were the raindrops themselves. I don't want "happy" weather when I feel like I'm falling apart. It just doesn't seem right.
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February 2020
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