What Is YOUR Favorite Weather Song? The My Fair Lady Project Part 6: The Rain in Spain

Windshielfd wipers slappin’ time

This is episode 6 of our My Fair Lady project, using a title or lyric from each song in the original Broadway cast album to inform or inspire a blog post.

The rain blanketing Chicagoland coincides with the next song in our project. The Rain in Spain is a celebratory song, as Higgins, Liza, and Colonel Pickering dance and sing with joy as Liza conquers the vowels of proper English. But “weather songs” can highlight a variety of moods and feelings.

Listen to the live version of REO Speedwagon’s Ridin’ the Storm Out. The opening wailing claxon takes us away to the isolation of a frightening snowstorm in Colorado. But the song isn’t about the inconvenience of being snowed in; instead, it celebrates being tied into nature — the mountains, the snow, the moon. It’s a 1970s version of getting off the grid. though admittedly, you’d best not be staying at the Overlook Hotel in those conditions!

Need a weather love song? How about one from Rod Stewart? Not the Do Ya Think I’m Sexy Rod, or the later day Great American Song Book Rod. Let’s go way back to the Every Picture Tells a Story Rod and listen to Side 2, Track 3. Yuo’ll be hearing the lovely Mandolin Wind. Rain, snow, and “the coldest winter in almost 14 years” can’t drive the song’s two lovers apart.

Probably not more than a soggy handful of songs celebrate lightening. A pair that come to mind are the 60s Lou Christie classic Lightning Strikes (followed up by more of Lou’s falsetto in the deluge of Rhapsody in the Rain) and U2’s atmospheric Electrical Storm. Unless you are a U2 fan like I am, you might have missed that last one, but you can check it out here.

Maybe you enjoy sunny songs. There are certainly plenty of those, from Cream’s Sunshine of Your Love to Katrina and the Waves’ Walking on Sunshine. And don’t it feel good!

Some passing mentions for Elvis’s Kentucky Rain, The Cowsills’ The Rain, The Park and Other Things and the Carpenters’ Rainy Days and Mondays–they don’t ALWAY get me down!

My favorite weather song? It isn’t cheery and it isn’t a love song. But listening to The Doors’ Riders on the Storm sends me back to my senior year in high school, a year when so many permanent impressions were made. The lyrics are creepy (one verse IS about a mass murderer) but I was young and all of life was still ahead.

So in snow or rain or in the gloom of night…what is your favorite weather song? List one or list a bunch, and tell me why. And maybe I will see you all in on a rainy plain in Spain.


This is episode 6 of our My Fair Lady project, using a title or lyric from each song in the original Broadway cast album to inform or inspire a blog post.

Previous Posts in the series:

My Fair Lady Project Part 1: Overture
My Fair Lady Project Part 2: Why Can’t the English
My Fair Lady Project Part 3: Wouldn’t It be Loverly
My Fair Lady Project Part 4: I’m An Ordinary Man
My Fair Lady Project Part 5: Just You Wait

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The Good Die Young, but Memories Can Linger

An apres-tennis beverage with Julie

Those of you who are long-time readers may recall that a few years I disengaged from a recreational tennis league with a less than glowing review for some of the players. If I had been giving a Yelp! review it might have read “1 Star — a hard bunch to play with and enjoy.”

But there were plenty of exceptions, people I had a good time hitting with and sharing a beer with after a tough set. Sadly, I will never again raise a lob or down a cold one with Julie, one of the delightful ones. Julie passed away this week succumbing to a battle with ovarian cancer.

Julie was quite a bit younger than I was, and I can’t say I knew very much about her personal life. But I knew we shared early January birthdays. On the first Thursday of each year, the two of us would treat the tennis league to a post-play dinner of submarine sandwiches. The sandwiches were always special favorites of the league, brought in from the restaurant owned by one of our fellow players–the caprese sub always went over big.

I learned Julie was an elementary school teacher. She taught at a school just minutes away from my Westchester laboratory. It was natural for her to invite me to speak at her school’s career day. I participated several times, though it is difficult to engage 7th graders about pathology.

The first time I spoke at the school was singularly memorable. As I droned on about blood tests and biopsy specimens and medical school, an odor — a quite terrible, offensive odor, began to permeate the air. It was worse than any autopsy suite. The students began to gag. They looked like they were going to retch.

Not having a classroom teacher with me, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t familiar with school policy, I didn’t want to excuse the kids into the hall. I just kept talking.

Eventually, one of the boys slipped out and grabbed a real teacher, who came and cleared the room. The maintenance man eventually discovered the culprit, a blocked drain pipe. Julie and I shared many laughs about that episode. I think she was surprised I ever agreed to return to the school for more career days, but because she was so sweet I always did.

Julie was also a writer, spending summers in the Iowa Writers Workshop. We would frequently discuss my blogs, and she would share details about her sci-fi novel-in-the making. Sadly she never gave me any of it to read.

After I left the tennis league, our paths no longer crossed. I did hear of her cancer diagnosis and emailed her my best wishes. I am sure she responded, but I can’t find her letter. I wish I could. I am sure it was beautifully written.

So Julie, wherever you are now, I am sure you are playing a rousing game of doubles. And if the pipes back up again, just have a good laugh.


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