i think it's a combination of vancouver rain,
watching gene kelly on tv
and listening to a lot of music from the rat pack generation

but i've gone all sentimental and mushy.

even as the rain comes pouring down, drenching people and raising bitter comments about the foul weather,
i find myself, twitching my toes, tapping my feet side to side,
humming 'singing in the rain' albeit softly so as not to raise the ire of those who bemourn the loss of sun and the onslaught of autumn showers.

and i'm inspired
to dance down the streets, skip and laugh.
enjoy a cup of coffee or tea
sing

and then when the night comes,
i find my mood changing again.
and this time i sit quietly,
musing
waiting, longing
listening to the rain
and deep sighs

some days i want my life to be a musical



or maybe just for someone to sing to me romantic songs..

i did say i was becoming horribly sentimental these days

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
Youd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
Thats the time you miss her most of all
in the wee small hours of the morning- frank sinatra

sigh