the beauty of the rain/
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls.
For Dar Williams, “The Beauty of the Rain” is its constancy…you can always count on the rain doing what it does…it falls. Dar William’s world has changed rapidly, significantly for the worse due to a relationship ending. She feels overwhelmed. Wasn’t it just yesterday that they were falling in love with each other? She is looking to the heavens (figuratively and perhaps literally) for answers.
She sees a familiar, recognizable pattern that is almost comforting. She sees the rain falling down. Just like it did throughout her relationship. At least she has that! She’s being sarcastic; this is not a celebration of the rain.
Dar William’s “The Beauty of the Rain” is a simple folk song with little more than the singer and a guitar. Sometimes those can be the most impactful songs. While the majority of the sound is just Dar Williams and her guitar, she does mix in a variety of other instruments in a very minute way to make the sound a little more voluminous.
Williams uses a standard but pleasant finger-picking pattern and uses minor percussion, keyboards, bass, a sax solo and a muted trumpet to fill out the mix of the underrated classic “The Beauty of the Rain”.
The Beauty of The Rain Lyrics
And you know the light is fading all too soon.
You’re just two umbrellas one late afternoon.
You don’t know the next thing you will say.
This is your favorite kind of day,
It has no walls, the beauty of the rain,
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls.
And there’s nothing wrong but there is something more,
And sometimes you wonder what you love her for.
She says you’ve known her deepest fears,
‘Cause she showed you a box of stained-glass tears;
It can’t be all, the truth about the rain,
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls.
But when she gave you more to find,
You let her think she’d lost her mind.
And that’s all on you.
Feeling helpless if she asked for help
Or scared you’d have to change yourself.
And you can’t deny this room will keep you warm.
You can look out of your window at the storm.
But you watch the phone and hope it rings,
You’ll take her any way she sings;
Or how she calls, the beauty of the rain,
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls.
How it falls, how it falls, how it falls.
written by Dar WIlliams