"I can't stand the rain against my window, bringing back sweet memories" -- the song opens on a sound she cannot escape. The rain is not the problem. It is the trigger. Every drop against the glass brings back what she has been trying to bury. The window is an unreliable witness, a pane of glass that keeps playing the same footage. She knows the weather is innocent. The song knows that grief does not need a reasonable target. "Hey window pane, tell me, do you remember how sweet it used to be?" -- she speaks to the glass, not to the man who left. The rain becomes a courtroom where she cross-examines her own memory, and the verdict never changes.

Ann Peebles recorded it in 1973, taking Don Bryant's lyric about a rainstorm to #38 on the Hot 100 and #6 on the R&B chart. The arrangement is lean -- just her voice, a hi-hat, and that signature descending piano line.