Miracle in the Rain Page #3

---

With a voice you can hear

halfway across the county.

She sounds very different.

She used to chase me through the house

swinging a broom over my head.

- She didn't.

- Yeah.

Never caught me, though.

She didn't want to.

- I'll wash, you wipe.

- Oh, no, I can do this afterwards.

No.

I can't tell you much about my folks.

I was too little to remember them

when they drowned.

What I remember most of

was my mother laughing.

Oh, she always laughed.

Aunt Sarah claims I take after her.

Same irresponsible type.

Your mother used to laugh?

Oh, that's wonderful.

Well, I'm bogging down on my saga.

Where was I?

- About Aunt Sarah and the farm.

- Oh, Aunt Sarah and the farm, yes.

So I said to Aunt Sarah one day,

"Auntie," I said:

"Every time I hear one of our cows moo,

she seems to be saying:

'Avaunt, Arthur.

This rustic life is not for you."'

So I avaunted.

Didn't Aunt Sarah

object to you going away?

She gave me $300 and ran me off the farm

as if I were a federal agent.

Act 2:
I am a journalist in Nashville.

Police card in pocket...

...unfinished manuscripts

in the hall bedroom...

...and owner of a set of Joseph Conrad.

Still wanna do the dishes by yourself?

- Well, I think I'd better.

- You win.

Sorry.

I hope it won't disturb you, Mrs. Wood,

if I hang around a while.

When do you have to leave?

I'll have to catch the 9:45 at Camp Shanks,

that haven for tired youths.

Oh, the rain is letting up.

That's too bad.

I always like rain.

But I'm gonna like it more than ever

for introducing us.

It's only a wrong number. It always is.

Hello? Who?

No, there's no one here

by that name. No.

- Who plays? You?

- No, it's my father's piano.

Nobody's touched it since he went away.

A long time, huh?

Yes, it's been a long time.

The idle music box

with a cobweb for a song.

Isn't that awful?

I started under Professor Mike o'Toole,

Nashville's favorite bartender.

- He liked ballad... Do you like ballads?

- Oh, yes.

I'm afraid it's a little out of tune.

You'll never tell it from my playing.

We'll sing together.

What songs do you know?

Oh, I don't know any songs.

Do you know what?

You remind me of a poem.

Arethusa arose

From her couch of snows

In the Acroceraunian mountains

You got any music?

I'm a pianist who needs notes, easy ones.

Well, there's some in the bench.

They're my father's.

He used to play in an orchestra,

pit band in the theater.

Is that so? Is this his?

Yes, he used to write songs too.

- No. Just the music, huh? No words.

- No.

Well, let's see what this sounds like.

- Is that the way it went?

- Oh, I really don't remember.

It's pretty good.

It's a good tune.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes