(not necessarily in that order)
Don’t know if the “old man” is snoring or not, but I’m certainly enjoying the sound of the rain coming down tonight!
And here’s the original nursery rhyme, in case you’ve forgotten it:
It’s raining, it’s pouring,
The old man is snoring,
He went to bed and bumped his head,
And couldn’t get up in the morning.
This is the sight that stopped me in my tracks as I left the Temple after choir rehearsal tonight. Can you see the first star?
These long summer evenings really are magical, reminding me of the impulse from my long ago childhood days.
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight. ✨
Two of my three meetings today were about… Christmas! Yep, from a church musician’s perspective, it’s right around the corner.
So, all evening I’ve had this nursery rhyme in my head:
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
Please to put a penny in the old man’s hat;
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do,
If you haven’t got a ha’penny then God bless you!
I would have shared the song but I couldn’t find a recording with the melody I know and love.
However, while double-checking the lyrics, I discovered that someone has written a version titled, “Christmas Is Coming and We Are Getting Fat!” Pretty funny.
I don’t usually mind the rain. After all, I live in California, which is pretty much always on the verge of a drought!
But add self-isolation into the mix and suddenly all bets are off. I’ve been waiting for it to clear up all afternoon, but instead I see that it’s predicted to rain all day tomorrow as well. Sigh.
And that’s when I caught myself inwardly chanting the old nursery rhyme…
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.