It’s a song by the post-grunge rock band, Garbage. It is used in a scene in the movie Captain Marvel, and the lyrics are:
I’m only happy when it rains
I’m only happy when it’s complicated
And though I know you can’t appreciate it
I’m only happy when it rains
Now, I like the song, but I don’t really identify with all the psychic angst that it expresses. Still, I love the rain. I find the sound of rain and even some thunder very comforting and soothing.
I noticed yesterday that the weather forecast showed a line of storms stretching from the Great Lakes to South Texas moving eastward across the country. The squall line arrived here this morning; I suspect that most of my family, real world friends, and cyberspace friends have experienced some of that rain today.
Some day in the future, I think it is likely that I will find myself in Hospice. And if that happens, I hope to get my final care at home. If I am lucky, maybe it will rain. Perhaps there will be a cat on my bed as well.
Rain and a cat would be nice.