THE WEATHER CHANNEL (It's all right)

Life can be a fight, if we choose so. Not talking here about the "outer" battles, the ones we fight in order to get food, dress and pay the bills. I mean the inner ones, like wishing very badly something like a sunny day, or feeling  down because it rains or our favourite restaurant in closed because it is Monday, don't you remember silly.

Recently, I have been exercising not to fight. While in a short vacation in Galicia (Spain), the weather was in a rainy mood, for days, allowing just short and miraculous moments of sunshine. I decided those moments would warm my heart while the rain would cleanse my sight. I chose to suspend my wish and to embrace whatever change that could come in my way.

Don't mind the rain, don't mind snow / Don't mind nothing,

If I know / You will be right here with me

The result was a very simple happiness, probably due to the fact that my fighting mental muscles were truly relaxing for the first time, after a lifetime of flexing them like a madman.

I'm in the process to apply that to other aspects of life. After all, a third rate spa hotel felt to me like a heavenly paradise, and I ate the best Spanish omelet in a restaurant I would have dismissed before as mediocre ... Not fighting improved my senses' performance.  A lot.

To illustrate my point on weather, many songs I've known for decades are coming to help me, revealing new meanings as they unfold. I've chosen (oops, they have chosen themselves) these two:

POOR BOY (Supertramp, Crisis? What Crisis? 1976)


Can you believe me when I say, there's nothing I like better
Than just to sit here and talk with you
Although I'll rant and I'll rave about one thing and another
The beauty of it is so pure to me
Though I'm a poor boy
I can still be happy
As long as I can feel free

So many people I know, are getting old way too early
- Well are you feelin' kind of weary
Just to impress you with the money they make
- You'd better, you'd better change your theory
One drop of rain, they complain
And it's the same about the wages they're earning
Well, that is not the way I'm gonna be
Don't mind the rain, don't mind snow
Don't mind nothing, If I know
You will be right here with me

We're gonna state our only point of view
How can we all afford to live like you?
This simple life is simply not enough
We have appearances we must keep up

Poor Boy, If that's the way it's gotta be
Poor Boy, It's you for you and me for me
Poor Boy

I've tried all I can, understanding all the fools and all their money
When half of what they've got you know they never will use
Enough to get by suits me fine, I don't care if they think I'm funny
I'm never gonna change my point of view
Don't mind the rain, don't mind snow
Don't mind nothing, if I know
You will be right here with me
All the way

Nah-nah-nah
Don't mind the rain, don't mind snow
Don't mind nothing, if I know
You will be right here with me





HERE COMES THE SUN (George Harrison, Abbey Road, 1969)


Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
It's all right