An excellent evening for 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac:
"Now here you go again, you say
You want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost, and what you had, and what you lost
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say women they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know, you'll know"
Waiting for the rain to wash us clean, who doesn't want to be clean? And for the more practical souls there is always a shower.