Back in the mid-'70s I used to play in a duo, afternoons behind a motel in Madeira Beach, Florida, facing the thatch-roofed bar and the sea. Seems like every other day a rain storm would roll in off the Gulf, usually around 4 p.m. We had it timed so that when we spotted the storm, we knew we could play one more song and pack it up before getting drenched. We always played "Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season." The first line - "There's a storm out on the Gulfstream..." alerted the bartenders an other help that they had 10 minutes or so before the deluge.