FROM A FEW years back, a decidedly maudlin exercise in 'traditional' country music:
COLORS IN THE RAIN
Flowers grow outside my window,
Colors in the rain,
As Spring once more has brought its showers
Rattling on the pane.
I miss the perfume of the blooms,
I long for it in vain,
But this year I must be content
With colors in the rain.
There is a journey I will make,
A task that I must undertake,
For seasons change and life goes on
And flowers bloom when I am gone.
Time is precious, I have learned,
A gift from God above;
And now I know that you and I
Will never have enough.
Next Spring you’ll catch the scent of blossoms,
Hear the mourning dove;
Then let the colors in the rain
Remind you of our love.
Stephen Brooke ©2000
I have to admit that, although it is embarrassingly sentimental, I'm sort of fond of this piece. I do believe the first notes jotted down toward its composition go back quite a bit further than the 2000 date. Of course, it is worked up with a tune and all that and I'll demo it up one of these days.