“… Forest rain, oh forest rain/ Raindrops miss someone, raining endlessly/ Is the rain sad because of love/ Is the rain sad because of human hearts, fate is not long/ Where does the rain come from/ Making thousands of leaves and flowers fall in tatters/ The sound of cold rain and wind blows outside the curtain/ Yellow leaves falling from the branches remind me of my own feelings…”.
That is the song “Mưa rung” which is very familiar to all people in the South, not just those who love music . The song “Mưa rung” was composed by musician Huynh Anh “Inspired by the composition of the jungle opera “Mưa rung” by Ha Trieu - Hoa Phuong, and performed by female artist Thanh Nga in the play”. This sentence was recorded on the song “Mưa rung” republished by Tinh Hoa Mien Nam in 1962.
And the song "Rung Rain" was written by musician Huynh Anh specifically for Thanh Nga, and Huynh Anh also had a deep affection for Thanh Nga, so he also wrapped up his "love" for the beauty in the songs: "Kiep cam ca", "Lanh tron dem mua".
“Mưa rung” has the melody Slow Rumba (very slow), but this is the real Boléro “Con nai vang”. The song “Mưa rung” as well as “Nhung buoc chan am tham”, “Duong xua luoc cu”… are clear Boléro melodies that once made listeners addicted, hard to “quit”! And it is Boléro that created the brand of these three songs.
Bolero is so dear and close to listeners that people have taken “Duck meat… dipped in… ginger fish sauce…” as the Bolero rhythm, and from then on, when mentioning Bolero, they remember… ginger fish sauce, duck meat!
There is a rainy season every year, this was only true in previous centuries, but now we hear that the earth is getting warmer, the greenhouse effect, the ozone layer is depleted… so the weather is unusual and unseasonal rains are devastating to farmers, hailstorms are destroying crops… or droughts are so severe that the ground cracks! And it also makes many mistakes for those who “forecast the weather for the next 24 hours”. The rain comes sooner or later depending on God! (a common saying of the people, but scientists speak according to… science!).
Even though I have lived in the city for a long time, every time the rainy season comes, I miss the rain in the forest. I miss the musty smell of composted leaves, the wild mushrooms growing in front of my house, the sound of frogs croaking and the floating frogs when the fields are flooded by rain (the frog is a type of frog with very slippery skin that comes in many colors, usually dark brown mixed with earthy yellow, the meat is not skinned but only boiled in boiling water). The first rain of the season, the frogs after months in the cave are thirsty, now they get drunk, their bellies are so full that their four legs are limp, wanting to jump but can’t. The frog is a specialty that only exists at the beginning of the rainy season, after the rain it disappears…
In the forest on rainy nights, the sky is pitch black, and it is scary to hear. The whole village in the forest seems to be erased, the rustling sound of rain falling on leaves, the crackling sound of dry branches breaking. Clouds cover the forest, the rain hides the sky, water floods the ground. The rain loosens the roots, the branches and leaves bend down and lie down.
The rainy season is the season when all things grow and flourish. Rainy nights in the forest are so sad, children who don’t know what to do usually go to bed early. My father sits leaning against a pole smoking tobacco, the cigarette flame flickering every now and then, while my mother holds a “duck egg” lamp to look for betel. Everyone is silent…
The people of the forest depend on rain and the forest for their livelihood. The rain does not disappoint, but sometimes it rains too much, the rain makes the ground stink, the rain "makes all the leaves and flowers fall to pieces" (Rain in the Forest - Huynh Anh). It rains so much that the cassava plants saved for famine relief are tilted and shaken, getting wet, and eating them makes a musty sound! That lovely musty smell, not having eaten it for a long time, makes me miss it, because in fact it is not the smell but the taste, it is so delicious!
I remember the rainy days of the year of the Dragon (1952), the dark rain, the rain “unprecedented”. A rainy season to remember for life, and it was also the rainy season to commemorate the time before my villagers left the forest to return to their old homes in the old village in 1954. And every year, when the rainy season comes, I miss the rain in the forest.
There are many musicians who write about rain, with many rhythms, many lyrics... It seems that any song written about rain moves people's hearts. But "Rung Rain", a unique Bolero rain song, when heard, it is like hearing a longing, a longing for the jungle rain: "... Jungle rain, oh jungle rain/ Where can I find the shadows of the past days/ Every time the jungle rain comes late/ The golden afternoon shadows gradually fade/ The longing never fades.../ Who does the rain miss, who does the rain miss? The rain falls like sobs/ The rain falls in my heart/...".
Even though I have been away from the forest for a long time and have become a city person, every year when the rainy season comes, I remember the song Forest Rain: “…Oh, I long for something far away/ But where do I send my thoughts to at night?/ Who does the rain miss, who does the rain miss?/ The rain falls like sobs, the rain falls in my heart…”.
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