What to do in the rain: the best tips. I'm sad when it rains (Memory)

Ray Bradbury

I'm sad when it rains

(Memory)

In everyone's life there is one evening that is somehow connected with time, with memory and song. One day it must come - it will come spontaneously, and when it ends, it will fade away and will never happen again in exactly the same way. All attempts to repeat it are doomed to failure. But when such an evening comes, it is so beautiful that you remember it for the rest of your life.

I had such an evening with several of my writer friends, and it happened, oh, thirty-five or forty years ago. It all started with a song called "I Get the Blues When It Rains." Did you hear? Of course, if you belong to the older generation. Young people may NOT READ ANY MORE. Most of what I'm going to talk about next relates to the time before you were born, and has to do with all that junk that we put in the attic of our memory and don't take out until that very special evening comes. , when, rummaging through dusty chests and opening rusty bolts, memory brings to light all these old, worn-out, but for some reason sweet words, or cheap melodies that suddenly became so precious.

We gathered at my friend Dolph Sharp's house in the Hollywood Hills to read aloud our stories, poems, and novels before dinner. There were writers there that evening such as Sanora Bubb, Esther McCoy, Joseph Petracca, Wilma Shore, and half a dozen other writers who published their first stories and books in the late forties and early fifties. Each of them came with a new manuscript, specially prepared for reading.

But when we walked into Dolph Sharpe's front room, a strange thing happened.

Eliot Grennard is one of the older generation of writers in our group who was once jazz musician- passing by the piano, he touched the keys, stopped and struck a chord. Then another one. Then he put the manuscript aside, took the bass with his left hand and began to play the old melody.

Everyone perked up. Eliot looked at us over the piano and winked, standing as the song flowed freely and easily.

Do you recognize? - he asked.

“My God,” I exclaimed, “I haven’t heard this song for a hundred years!”

And I started singing along with Eliot, and then Sanora picked up the song, then Joe, and we sang, “I get the blues when it rains.”

We smiled at each other, and the words sounded louder: “The blues I can't lose when it rains.”

We knew all the words and sang the song to the end, and when we finished, we laughed, and Eliot sat down on a chair and started playing “I Found a Million Dollar Baby in a Five and Ten Cent Store,” and we discovered that we all knew the words to that one too. songs.

And then we sang “China Town, My China Town”, and then “Singin" in the Rain" - yes, yes: “Singin" in the rain, what a glorious feelin", I"m happy again..."

After that, someone remembered “In a little Spanish Town”: “"Twas on a night like this, stars were peek-a-booing down, "Twas on a night like this...”

And then Dolph intervened with his: “I met her in Monterrey a long time ago, I met her in Monterrey, in old Mexico...”

Then Joe started singing at the top of his lungs, “Yes, we have no bananas, we have no bananas today,” which in a couple of minutes completely changed the whole mood and almost inevitably led to us singing “The Beer Barrel Polka” and “Nah, Mama, the Butcher Boy for Me."

Nobody remembers who brought the wine, but someone did it, but we didn’t get drunk, no, but we drank exactly as much as we needed, because the main thing for us was to sing. We were just blown away by it.

We sang from nine to ten at night, and then Joe Petracca said:

Come on, make way, now the Italian will sing “Figaro.”

We parted and he sang. We stood very quietly and listened, because it turned out that he had an unusually well-trained and pleasant voice. Joe performed solo arias from La Traviata, a little from Tosca, and ended by singing Unbel di. All the time he sang, his eyes were closed, and, having finished, he opened them, looked around in surprise and said:

Damn it, things are getting serious! Who knows "By a Waterfall" from "Golddiggers of 1933"?

Sanora said she would sing for Ruby Keeler, and someone else volunteered to sing Dick Powell's part. By that time we were already searching the rooms for bottles, and Dolph's wife slipped out of the house and drove down into town to buy more drinks, because there was no doubt in anyone's mind: we would sing and we would drink.

Then we smoothly went back to "You were meant for me, I was meant for you... Angels patterned you and when they were done, you were all sweet things rolled up in one..." By midnight we had sung all the Broadway tunes, old and new , half of the musicals of the 20th Century Fox studio, several songs from Warner Brothers films, seasoning it all with various “Yes, sir, that"s my baby, no, sir, I don"t mean maybe", as well as "You “re Blase” and “Just a Gigolo”, after which we dived sharply into the pool of old songs from the times of our grandmothers and sang a damn dozen sugary-unctuous melodies, which we, however, performed with feigned tenderness. All the bad songs somehow sounded good. Everything good sounded great. And what had always been amazing now seemed breathtakingly beautiful.

Around one in the morning we left the piano and, without ceasing to sing, went out onto the patio, where, already a cappella, Joe performed a few more Puccini arias for an encore, and Esther and Dolph performed a duet of “Ain"t She Sweet, See Her Comin" Down the Street, Now I Ask You Very Confidentially..."

At a quarter past two we muffled our voices somewhat, as the neighbors called and asked us to sing more quietly, it was time for Gershwin. "I Love That Funny Face" and then "Puttin" on the Ritz."

By two o'clock we had drank a little champagne and suddenly remembered the songs that our parents sang in the basements where birthday parties were held back in 1928, or sang while sitting on the veranda on warm summer evenings, back when most of us were ten years: “There’s a Long, Long Trail-a-Winding into the Land of My Dreams.”

Then Esther remembered that her friend Theodore Dreiser once upon a time wrote a very beloved song: “Oh the moon is bright tonight along the Wabash, from the fields there comes the scent of new-town hay. Through the sycamores the candlelight is gloaming - on the banks of the Wabash, far away..."

Then there was: “Nights are long since you went away...”

And then: “Smile the while I bid you sad adieu, when the years roll by I"ll come to you.”

And “Jeanine, I dream of lilac time.”

And "Gee, but I"d give the world to see that old gang of mine."

And also “Those wedding bells are breaking up that old gang of mine.”

And finally, of course: “Should auld acquaintance be forgot...”

By then all the bottles were empty and we were back to "I Get the Blues When It Rains" and then the clock struck three and Dolph's wife was standing open door, holding our coats in our hands, we approached, got dressed and went out into the night into the street, continuing to hum in a whisper.

I don’t remember who took me home or how we got there. I only remember how the tears dried on my cheeks, because it was an extraordinary, invaluable evening, it was something that had never happened before and that would never exactly happen again.

Years passed, Joe and Eliot died long ago, but the rest somehow passed their average age; over the years of our writing career we have loved and lost and sometimes won, sometimes we still meet, read our stories at Sanora or Dolph, there are several new faces among us, and at least once a year we remember Eliot at the piano and how he played that evening, and we wanted it to last forever - that evening, full of love, warmth and beauty, when all these sugary, meaningless songs suddenly took on enormous meaning. It was so stupid and sweet, so terrible and beautiful, like when Bogie says: “Play, Sam,” and Sam plays and sings: “You must remember this, and the kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh... »

It's unlikely that it could touch that much. It can hardly be so magical. It can hardly make you cry from happiness, and then from sadness, and then again from happiness.

But you're crying. And I cry. And all of us.

And one more, last memory.

One day, about two months after that wonderful evening, we gathered in the same house, and Eliot came in, walked behind the piano and stood, looking doubtfully at the instrument.

Play “I Get the Blues When It Rains,” I suggested.

He started playing.

But that was not it. That evening is gone forever. What happened that evening did not exist now. There were the same people, the same place, the same memories, the same tunes in my head, but... that evening was special. He will remain like this forever. And we wisely abandoned this idea. Eliot sat down and picked up his manuscript. After a long silence, with just one glance at the piano, Eliot cleared his throat and read us the title of his new story.

Rain is the most common type of precipitation. Also in junior classes Students are told where rain comes from. But despite the availability of teacher explanations, many unclear “why” remain. For example, why is a small cloud capable of pouring down torrents of rain, while black clouds pass by without even splashing? Why do drops come in different sizes and how are they formed?

Rain and the water cycle in nature

It all starts with warmth. Solar energy causes water to evaporate from the surfaces of oceans, lakes, seas, rivers, other bodies of water, soil and even plants. Turning into steam, it rises into the air. The force of the wind speeds up the process. Small water particles are not tangible. With high humidity (especially in the tropical zone), you can notice how the bubbles circle around, not descending, but, on the contrary, tending upward.

Causes of rain (formation of precipitation)

Climatology and meteorology - sciences directly interested in any precipitation, identify 4 main reasons for the appearance of rain:

Rising air movements
The presence of water vapor in the air in quantities sufficient to form rain
Meeting of warm and cold air currents
Presence of elevated landforms

Rising air movements

The sun is heating up earth's surface, and moisture begins to evaporate from it. The process of evaporation occurs not only directly from the soil, but also from the surface of the ocean, sea, lake, as well as from leaf blades and human skin. All the water that has evaporated is still in the air. But, in accordance with the laws of physics, the heated air begins to slowly rise upward. Along with all the water contained in it.

Related materials:

How do drops form when it rains?

You need to remember important physical concepts - relative and absolute humidity. Absolute is the amount of water vapor that is already in this moment, is contained in the air. Relative humidity is the humidity that exists relative to what it could be at a given temperature. And the last physical law is that the higher the air temperature, the more water vapor it can hold.

May holidays, fun, barbecue, nature, sunshine. What to do if you're on the street it's raining? Khabarovsk residents found a way out of the situation and offered several options for an interesting pastime

– If the rain is not heavy, then you can take an umbrella and go for a walk, or sit in a nearby cafe. Well, if it’s raining outside, then you can brew hot chocolate, cover yourself with a blanket, sit in front of the TV (laptop) and watch a movie,” shares administrator Anna.

Oleg, a driving instructor, believes that staying at home in this weather is not an option:

– I would get into the car, turn on the stove and music background and went to see friends. And there you can sit at home with company, it won’t be so boring and the rain won’t bother you anymore.

- You should sleep in the rain! – first-grader Nastya assures in a confident tone, “Sleep is generally good, but in the rain you don’t want to do anything, so it’s better to wrap yourself in a blanket and ask mom to read something.” I really love days when it rains!

– If you have absolutely nothing to do, then you can clean up the house or cook food. And time will “kill” and bring benefits, advises housewife Alena.

Student Marina prefers to make jewelry in the rain:

– I have been doing HandMade for a long time, and it has reached a professional level. But there is one problem, special inspiration comes to me only in the rain, and that’s when the best jewelry comes out, they say about such things that the author puts a piece of his soul in them. That's probably true.

Everyone is looking for what they like, what their soul wants: some people advised frying meat in the oven and sitting with the family, others said it was better computer games there is nothing, others believed that they could pass the time by playing backgammon or checkers. But in the end it all came down to the fact that rain is not a death sentence, and there is always a way out of this situation, you just have to look for it.

In everyone's life there is one evening that is somehow connected with time, with memory and song. One day it must come - it will come spontaneously, and when it ends, it will fade away and will never happen again exactly. All attempts to repeat it are doomed to failure. But when such an evening comes, it is so beautiful that you remember it for the rest of your life.

I had such an evening with several of my writer friends, and it happened, oh, thirty-five or forty years ago. It all started with a song called "I Get the Blues When It Rains" (1). Did you hear? Of course, if you belong to the older generation. Young people may NOT READ ANY MORE. Most of what I'm going to talk about next relates to the time before you were born, and is associated with all that junk that we put in the attic of our memory and do not pull out until that very special evening comes , when, rummaging through dusty chests and opening rusty bolts, memory brings to light all these old, worn-out, but for some reason sweet words, or cheap melodies that suddenly became so precious.

We gathered at my friend Dolph Sharp's house in the Hollywood Hills to read aloud our stories, poems, and novels before dinner. There were writers there that night like Sanora Bubb, Esther McCoy, Joseph Petracca, Wilma Shore, and half a dozen other writers who had published their first stories and books in the late forties and early fifties. Each of them came with a new manuscript, specially prepared for reading.

But when we walked into Dolph Sharpe's front room, a strange thing happened.

Eliot Grennard, one of the older writers in our group who had once been a jazz musician, walked past the piano, touched the keys, stopped and struck a chord. Then another one. Then he put the manuscript aside, took the bass with his left hand and began to play the old melody.

Everyone perked up. Eliot looked at us over the piano and winked, standing as the song flowed freely and easily.

- Do you recognize it? - he asked.

“My God,” I exclaimed, “I haven’t heard this song for a hundred years!”

And I started singing along with Eliot, and then Sanora picked up the song, then Joe, and we sang, “I get the blues when it rains.”

We smiled at each other, and the words sounded louder: “The blues I can't lose when it rains” (2).

We knew all the words and sang the song to the end, and when we finished, we laughed, and Eliot sat down on a chair and began to play “I Found a Million Dollar Baby in a Five and Ten Cent Store” (3), and we discovered that we knew everything words and this song.

And then we sang “China Town, My China Town” (4), and then “Singin" in the Rain" (5) - yes, yes: “Singin" in the rain, what a glorious feelin", I"m happy again... (6)

After that, someone remembered “In a little Spanish Town” (7): “"Twas on a night like this, stars were peek-a-booing down, "Twas on a night like this...” (8)

And then Dolph intervened with his: “I met her in Monterrey a long time ago, I met her in Monterrey, in old Mexico...” (9)

Then Joe started singing at the top of his lungs, “Yes, we have no bananas, we have no bananas today,” which within a couple of minutes changed the whole mood and almost inevitably led to us singing “The Beer Barrel Polka.” 11) and “Naw, Mama, the Butcher Boy for Me” (12).

We sang from nine to ten at night, and then Joe Petracca said:

- Come on, make way, now the Italian will sing “Figaro.”

We parted and he sang. We stood very quietly and listened, because it turned out that he had an unusually well-trained and pleasant voice. Joe performed solo arias from La Traviata, a little from Tosca, and ended by singing Unbel di(13). All the time he sang, his eyes were closed, and, having finished, he opened them, looked around in surprise and said:

“Damn it, things are getting serious!” Who knows "By a Waterfall" from "Golddiggers of 1933"? (14)

Then we smoothly returned back to “You were meant for me, I was meant for you... Angels patterned you and when they were done, you were all sweet things rolled up in one... (15) By midnight we sang everything Broadway tunes, old and new, half the musicals of the 20th Century Fox studio, several songs from Warner Bros. films, seasoning it all with various “Yes, sir, that"s my baby, no, sir, I don"t mean maybe "(16), as well as "You"re Blase" (17) and "Just a Gigolo" (18), after which we dived sharply into the pool of old songs from the times of our grandmothers and sang a damn dozen sugary and unctuous melodies, which we, however , performed with feigned tenderness. For some reason, all the bad songs sounded great. And what had always been amazing now seemed breathtakingly beautiful.

At a quarter past two we muffled our voices somewhat, as the neighbors called and asked us to sing more quietly, it was time for Gershwin. “I Love That Funny Face” and then “Puttin" on the Ritz" (20).

Then Esther remembered that her friend Theodore Dreiser once upon a time wrote a song very beloved by everyone: “Oh the moon is bright tonight along the Wabash, from the fields there comes the scent of new-mown hay. Through the sycamores the candlelight is gloaming - on the banks ol the Wabash, far away..." (22)

Then there was: “Nights are long since you went away...” (23)

And then: “Smile the while I bid you sad adieu, when the years roll by I"ll come to you” (24).

And “Jeanine, I dream of lilac time” (25).

And “Gee, but I"d give the world to see that old gang of mine” (26).

And also “Those wedding bells are breaking up that old gang of mine” (27).

And finally, of course: “Should auld acquaintance be forgot...” (28)

By then all the bottles were empty and we were back to "I Get the Blues When It Rains" and then the clock struck three and Dolph's wife was standing at the open door holding our coats as we walked up, got dressed and went out. night on the street, continuing to hum in a whisper.

Years passed, Joe and Eliot were long dead, but the rest had somehow passed their middle age; over the years of our writing career we have loved and lost, and sometimes we have won, sometimes we still meet, read our stories at Sanora or Dolph, several new faces have appeared among us, and at least once a year we remember Eliot at the piano, and how he played that evening, and we wished it would last forever - that evening, full of love, warmth and beauty, when all these sugary, meaningless songs suddenly took on enormous meaning. It was so stupid and sweet, so terrible and beautiful, like when Bogie says: “Play it, Sam,” and Sam plays and sings: “You must remember this, and the kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.” .." (29)

It's unlikely that it could touch that much. It can hardly be so magical. It can hardly make you cry from happiness, and then from sadness, and then again from happiness.

But you're crying. And I cry. And all of us.

And one more, last memory.

One day, about two months after that wonderful evening, we gathered in the same house, and Eliot came in, walked behind the piano and stood, looking doubtfully at the instrument.

“Play “I Get the Blues When It Rains,” I suggested.

He started playing.

I read next. While I was reading, Dolph's wife tiptoed behind us and quietly lowered the lid of the piano.

1. “I'm Sad When It Rains” (English), song by Jerry Lee Lewis.

2. “I can’t get rid of sadness when it rains...” (English)

3. “I Met a Million Dollar Girl at a Dime Store” (English), song by Nat King Cole.

4. “Chinatown, my Chinatown” (English).

5. “Singing in the Rain” (English).

6. “...we sing in the rain, how wonderful, I’m happy again...” (English).

7. “In a Spanish Town” (English), song performed by Glenn Miller.

8. “It was on the same night as today, the stars looked out from the sky. It was on the same night as today...” (English).

9. “I Met Her in Monterrey, It Was a Long Time Ago, I Met Her in Monterrey, in Good Old Mexico” (English), song performed by the Paul Whiteman Orchestra, later sung by Frank Sinatra.

10. “Yes, we don’t have bananas, we don’t have bananas now” (English).

11. “Beer Barrel Polka” (English).

12. “Hey Mom, the butcher’s son asked for my hand in marriage.”

13. Aria from Puccini’s opera “Madama Butterfly”.

14. “At the Falls” from “Gold Diggers 1933” (English).

15. “You were made for me, I was made for you... The angels themselves created you, and when their work was finished, you became the embodiment of all the most beautiful things in the world...” (English), song from the musical "Singing in the Rain"

16. “Yes sir, that's my baby, no sir, I know it for sure” (English), song by Frank Sinatra.

17. “You're tired of life” (English).

18. “Just a Gigolo” (English).

19. “Isn’t she a beauty, over there, walking down the street, tell me the truth, isn’t she a beauty?” (English).

20. “I love that cute face” and “Dress to show off” (English).

21. “A long, winding road leads to the land of my dreams...” (English).

22. “Oh, the moon is shining brightly over the banks of the Wabash, the smell of freshly cut grass rises from the meadows. The dim light of the lights flickers through the trees - there, in the distance, on the banks of the Wabash...” (English), however, it was not written by Theodore Dreiser, but by Paul Dresser.

23. “The nights have gotten longer since you left...” (English), song from the musical “I'll See You in My Dreams”.

24. “Smile, I’m sending you a goodbye kiss, years will pass and I’ll come back to you...” (English), the song is called “Till We Meet Again”.

25. “Jenny, I dream about the times of lilacs” (English).

26. “Oh, I would give the whole world to meet my old friends again.”

27. “These wedding bells are tearing apart old friends.”

28. “Should I forget old love?..” (English).

29. “You must remember: a kiss is just a kiss, and a sigh is just a sigh...” (English). This refers to the scene with Humphrey Bogart in the film Casablanca.

Autumn, with its continuous rains, tests the strength of not only our shoes, but also ourselves. In such weather it is extremely difficult not to become depressed or simply not sad. But this state of affairs should not be allowed to happen. Try to distract yourself from unpleasant thoughts. I WANT offers several interesting way hanging out while it rains outside.

Dampness and slush on the streets are not conducive to long walks. After work, I increasingly want to come home quickly and drink a cup of hot tea. And on weekends you don’t want to leave the house at all. What to do at home when it rains outside?

Cooking

IN Lately Cooking became so popular that absolutely everyone began to cook. Every self-respecting celebrity has published a book of their recipes. No TV channel can do without a program about food. Amateur cooks write their own blogs, magazines publish recipes, and restaurants hold master classes on preparing all kinds of dishes. We invite you to join this hobby. Choose a recipe for a dish that you have been meaning to cook for a long time, but never got around to. As a rule, it is the lack of time that forces us to go to the store for dumplings. Rainy weather is exactly the time when you can stay at home and cook. If your friends are not afraid of bad weather, let them come visit. Cooking together is more fun and is a great way to chat and eat in good company.

Throwing away the trash

Everyone knows that excessive accumulation of all kinds of unnecessary things leads to clogging of the home. But the main thing is not that it is becoming increasingly difficult to go out onto the balcony because of unnecessary boxes, my son’s bicycle or trunks with old clothes. But because old, broken, unusable things take the energy of life from the house. What a good reason to sort through the deposits in the closet, sort through the papers, and look through the dishes. You need to throw away everything that is broken and bruised. Then comfort will reign in the house, and, perhaps, things will improve in general.

Spending time with family

When you last time did the whole family gather at the table and play, for example, some game? Nowadays everyone plays games on their computer. At the same time, he complains about a lack of communication. Invite all family members to play, for example, words. Remember, this was a popular game when you were a child.

Give each participant a sheet of paper. Draw several columns on it. In each column, write the words “name”, “city”, “country”, “animal”, “plant”, “object”. Then choose any letter of the alphabet, and for a while start filling in the columns, so that all the words in each column begin with this letter. This, by the way, is an excellent example of educational games for children. school age. And it will help us, adults, to stretch our brains a little.

If you are alone at home, crosswords or puzzles will come to your aid. Choose more difficult tasks, then you can look for advice in the encyclopedia or the Internet. One thing is for sure - you will spend your day or evening with benefit for your mind.

Finding a new hobby

Great if you have favorite hobby, which you can do on a rainy day. But what if your hobby is skydiving? In this case, come up with something new. Today, in addition to cooking, painting is very fashionable. Many celebrities have discovered this talent. What's worse about you? You just need to try it. Take paints or pencils, paper and start drawing. Autumn landscape - wonderful story for your first painting. Or maybe you would like to display your inner world? For special creative girls We invite you to try your hand at writing poetry. Post your creations on social networks and watch people's reactions. Who knows, maybe your talent will be appreciated! In any case, do at least something, but don’t sit stupidly in front of the computer monitor with the feeling that life is passing you by. Create your life yourself!