text: "Rhapsody in the Rain," by Lou Christie, was a more plebeian work, but had its transcendent moments.  As when the wipers kept tapping out "together --- together --- together --- together," but the Angels kept crying out, "Don't!  Stop!"  What Catholic boy's front seat didn't have at least one of those scenes?  Yes, the rain was rhapsodic, but the Angels were always there in that pre-Vat world, pre-pill world.