might as well rain

03/21/2023 0 By BuddyCushman

Pouring down rain, Tuesday, 5am.

Here comes the Albert Hammond song – “It Never Rains in Southern California”, with its fateful chorus rejoinder, “Man it pours.”

Then there’s Chicago’s “South California Purples”, and Terry Kath’s soulful moan, “Thought this was a warm place. I must be in the wrong place.”

There’s lots of songs about rain. Most seem to dance around with some sense of loss, some yearning for someone or something else. The Ronettes’ “Walking in the Rain” more optimistic. I think most people are sick of the rain – here in San Diego; there in Los Angeles; up in San Francisco. Even in a state most often drenched in drought. Even in places that aqueduct their water in from hundreds of miles away. Like, raining again? Seriously, Dog?

Earlier I was wondering what Cesar Chavez would think of all this rain – help with the growing, get in the way of the picking? I was lucky to meet him once, in a morning LA gathering to which I’d been invited by my long-time best friend and truly amazing person Dr. Doug Martin. Me there as his attendant. I got to shake the hand of Cesar Chavez. I remember it was sunny that day.

In 1962 Carole King wrote, with her hubby Gerry, and recorded and released, “It Might As Well Rain Until September.” It was a cool song – nice melody, interesting words, good beat and easy to dance to. I’d give it an 83. But, California already saturated, I don’t think anyone – Albert, Terry, Ronnie, Estelle, Nedra, Cesar, even Carole herself, and me for sure, wants it to rain until September.

But what do I know. I just may be an old man snoring.