Rainy parodies

I love a good rainy night, or day, as the following lyrics allude to. “I Love a Rainy Night” is one of my favorite rainy day songs. I am an especially big fan of rainy days when they fall on a Sunday and I do not actually have to leave my house all day long. I can sew, cook, read, clean and have no “outside guilt” (the guilt that comes with not doing any outside work, like cleaning out flower beds). The past few weekends it has even been too windy here to attempt to hang out laundry. I also love old musicals, and when it starts to sprinkle, I catch myself singing Gene Kelly’s classic “Singing in the Rain.” I also kick puddles but do not try to swing around any poles and make it look good. In light of the rain that has been falling for almost 24 hours, I took some liberty in reworking these two songs for pure entertainment. Do not worry, I’m not quitting my day job anytime soon.

“I Love a Rainy Night (Day)”

Well, I love a rainy day

I love a rainy day

I swear I hear the flowers

Thank the Good Lord as it drenches their roots

You know it makes them feel good 

Well, I love a rainy day

It’s such a wonderful way

I love to hear the rain on my roof

See the rain on the shed

And the daytime’s cloudy

Sprinkles wash all the grime away

I have reason to sew all the day

‘Cause I love a rainy day

Yeah, I love a rainy day

Well, I love a rainy day

Well, I love a rainy day

Ooh, ooh

“Singin’ (Playin’) In The Rain”

I’m playin’ in the rain, just playin’ in the rain

What a childlike feeling, I’m soaking again

I’m jumpin’ in holes, I stomp up and down

A kid in my heart, and there’s nary a frown

Let the foggy skies bring everyone to the farm

Come on with the rain, it just brings out the charm

I hop down the lane, with a joy on my brain

I’m playin’, playin’ in the rain

Jacqui Davison and her family milk 800 cows and farm 1,200 acres in northeastern Vernon County, Wisconsin. Her children, Ira, Dane, Henry and Cora, help on the farm while her husband, Keith, works on a grain farm. If she’s not in the barn, she’s probably in the kitchen, trailing after little ones or sharing her passion of reading with someone. Her life is best described as organized chaos, and if it wasn’t, she’d be bored.