I like Jose Mari Chan’s songs. I adore the poetry in his lyrics, I like the lilting melody of “Can We Just Stop And Talk Awhile?” but I especially love the haunting words and music of “Refrain.” I even liked — liked — “Beautiful Girl” until some tacky producer decided it would be a good title and theme song for a movie starring Gretchen Barretto. That’s when the song lost its charm on me. :roll:
Still, Jose Mari Chan‘s such a romantic and so am I. Sometimes. Well, okay, most times especially when it rains. While most people associate rainy days with something drab and gray and depressing, I feel that rain, mist and fog make the most romantic setting ever. Perhaps, it’s a carry over from the first time I read Wuthering Heights which, to this day, I consider to be the most romantic novel I have ever read. Or a subconscious rebellion against the association of rain with wrath and punishment and destruction — you know, Noah’s Ark and all that. I see rain as a necessary ingredient for growth. It is something the quenches the thirst of the earth. It is a cleansing and a renewal. In short, I love rain. So I don’t think it’s totally unexpected that when it rains, a mood sets in and lines from Chan’s “Refrain” automatically start playing in my head.
“I look out and I see the rain
As it falls on my window pane
And the music that’s in my heart
Is a sad refrain…”
You can view the complete lyrics here. It’s a mixture of melancholy and celebration for having known a great love. It is regret and longing and idealism rolled into one.
Well… the incessant rains that resulted in the suspension of classes last week had gone by Friday. By Friday evening, the glass window panes were quite dry and it would have been silly and truly overacting if “Refrain” were still singing inside my head. The thing is, with the rains gone, something else fell on the window pane.
No, I don’t think that’s very romantic at all.