Let's just blame it on the weatherman.
Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Did you say it was raining men? Hallelujah!
Which of course re-defines "A hard rain's gonna fall."
According to all sources, the street's the place to go.
Let your love rain down on me.
Let your love rain down on me.
I prefer to let love reign o'er me.
I run and hide my head. I might as well be dead.
Storms will come. This I know for sure.
I only wanted 2 see u laughing in the purple rain.
Baby, the rain must fall. Baby, the wind must blow.