Story Behind The Song
Written from the memories of myself and my children when we first moved to Florida. When my grownup daughter (a missionary in Ecuador) gave me an Ecuadorian Rainstick for Christmas, she charged me with writing a song I could sing and use the rainstick wi
Song Description
Dialogue between mother and child. Child wants to go out to play in the rain, mom keeps saying no. In surprise ending, mom changes her mind and goes out to play with child in the rain.
| Song Length |
6:20 |
Genre |
Unique - Children, Folk - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful, Enchanting |
Subject |
State, Rivers |
| Similar Artists |
Joan Baez, Peter, Paul & Mary |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Mommy, can I please go out to play?
There's a calling outside. There's a calling outside.
Child, when will you listen and you learn
That you wait till it's dry? That you wait till it's dry?
CHORUS: Mommy, can't you understand?
I grew up with my toes sunk down in the Florida sand.
And when my eyes look up
And see the cloud's a cuttin' loose,
They're calling me outside and they're saying,
"No shoes, no shoes, no shoes"
It's my Florida rain, It's my Florida rain. It's my Florida rain.
Mommy, look! There's steamin' on the streets
And I'm watchin' it rise. And I'm watchin' it rise.
That's because the cold is hittin' hot.
Are you comin' inside? Are you comin' inside?
SING CHORUS:
Mommy, look! Our yard became a lake.
I always wanted a pool. I always wanted a pool.
Give it time. It will evaporate.
But it looks pretty cool. Yeah, it looks pretty cool.
CHORUS: Mommy, do you understand? (continue with chorus)
Mommy, look?.
Spoken: Mommy? Mommy? Where'd she go? Mom????
Bridge: She's not at the window. She's not at the door.
She took her shoes off and she stands on the porch.
She has no umbrella. She hasn't a coat.
What's that in her hand? She brought me a boat!
She's taking my hand and she's grinning real wide.
She's dancing with me in the rain, not inside!
CHORUS: Mommy, now you understand!
I grew up with my toes sunk down in the Florida sand.
And when our eyes look up
And see the cloud's a cuttin' loose,
They're calling us outside and they're saying,
"No shoes, no shoes, no shoes"
It's our Florida rain, It's our Florida rain. It's our Florida rain.