Huddled under your soul blankets? Buffeted about, as Dante wrote of the damned lustful in The Inferno, in hell’s crosswise winds like a human kite? Take comfort in the immortal stylings of the one-and-only Ann Peebles, goddess of honkytonk R&B, baby. She’s your OG umbrella-ella-ella, ey ey ey.
Too bare ‘n funky for ya? 12-odd years later the heavens opened up (Heaven 17, that is, who produced) and gave us Tina Turner’s Fairlight-charged version (viewable here in a heat-pumping live version), which, 12-odd years later than that, drenched us in this jeep-beatin’ Timbaland-Missy classic:
And then 12-odd years after that (why not?), Hungary’s very own Britney, Dorina, rocks it. Czech it out.
Drip, drip, drip it by the dozens, gfs! and PS — no. I’m not about to go into Chocolate Rain on the boys side. Enoughs!