is it always, always raining somewhere?

She likes the photograph--
The one of you and Simone,
Out in the rain on a Sunday morning.
She likes to take it out,
Only when she's feeling down,
And then she says "Can you hear it raining?"

She wants to know, does everyone feel this way
When it rains in the summertime?
She wants to know, does everyone feel this way
When you're sure that he's gone forever?

When it rains in Asia,
It makes her feel this way--
California,
London, Bombay,
When it rains in Asia.

She likes to take the train
Down to Washington Square
And hear the buskers sing "Oh, Susannah."
She likes to let it come
Right to the tip of her tongue
And then she feels like an angel talking.

She wants to know, does everyone feel this way
Outside the walls of America?
She wants to know, does everyone feel this way
When you're sure that he's gone forever?

When it rains in Asia,
It makes her feel this way--
California,
London, Bombay,
When it rains in Asia.

She wants to know--
Is it always, always raining somewhere?

When it rains in Asia,
California,
London, Bombay,
When it rains in Asia.

[Jump, Little Children, "Rains in Asia", from Between the Dim and the Dark]

smeared black ink:
your palms are sweaty and
I'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering
what's buried underneath
where I am

I'll wear my badge:
a vinyl sticker with big block letters
adherent to my chest
tells your new friends
I am a visitor here:
I am not permanent
the only thing keeping me dry is
where I am

you seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key
explaining that I am just visiting
and I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving

D.C. sleeps alone tonight

You seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key
explaining that I am just visiting
and I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving
the district sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving
into the loneliest evening
and I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving

[The Postal Service, "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight", from Give Up]