the past few days in san francisco have been dreary and overcast with pretty consistent showers (downpours). whenever it rains, i feel the urge to play dylan’s buckets of rain on repeat–how literal, i know. but his chords emulate the pitter patter of the rain on the roof and windows and the melancholy tone of the song makes me want to curl up by a fire.
and i absolutely love these lyrics:
i’ve seen pretty people disappear like smoke.
friends will arrive. friends will disappear.
if you want me, honey baby, i’ll be here.
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