A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

The weather and Bob Dylan's upcoming appearance with Willie at the nearby Dell Diamond made me think of this classic song of his. Large thunderstorms approaching, with some good sized hail possible. We need the rain so badly, I'm willing to put up with some of the side-effects. Thunder's already rumbling, and dark rainshafts are evident in many directions. Thunderstorms here in Texas often are "pop-ups" which form seemingly spontaneously from rising thermals meeting cold and moist air aloft.

Many places in Florida have had waaay too much rain in the past week, with a few places recording over 2 feet of rain. The space shuttle's landing at Cape Canaveral (anybody know why/when it went back to Canaveral from being Cape Kennedy for many years?) having been delayed now for two days due to thunderstorms, and neither Edwards in California nor White Sands in New Mexico being desirable at present as alternatives.

But here - we'll take some rain, gladly.