This morning, for the fifth day in a row, I had to drive a route in which the sun made it difficult to see. At one point, I shook my fist in the sun's general direction and said, "Don't do this again!" Naturally, I realize that threatening the sun is futile. It's cathartic, though, as B.J. Thomas proves. In "Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head," he takes the sun to task, telling him he "didn't like the way he got things done, sleepin' on the job." Once that's out of his system, he's able to relax and admit that he's "never gonna stop the rain by complainin'." And, so it is with the overly bright sun. I knew that it was best to just mellow out "because I'm free. Nothin's worryin' me..."
...Well, except for not being able to see whether the traffic light was red or green...
