Will it ever stop raining?
I suppose it will have to, eventually. Every morning it’s the same: wet.
Anyway, this song has been a friend to me for as long as I can remember, at least a quarter of a century. That explains why I think of James Taylor as this beautiful young dude with long hair but now the reality is this much older face. When he sings this song the music transfigures him, it reminds me, and it moves me.
Like, I said, it’s always raining in the morning round here.