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<\/i>.<\/p>\nA favorite with actors. There are two unnamed characters. They live in a cold-water flat on the Lower East Side. He is a drunk. She is wasting away to nothing. There is intimacy between them – the intimacy of desperation. He woke up that morning in some random hotel in a bathtub full of ice cubes. No idea how he got there. He found his way home. Meanwhile, she has drank nothing but water for 3 days. <\/p>\n
Actors love this play because both characters have long juicy monologues. It’s a very rich piece of writing. He keeps begging her to talk: “talk to me like the rain … and let me listen …”<\/p>\n
From Talk To Me Like the Rain … And Let Me Listen<\/i>, by Tennessee Williams<\/strong><\/p>\n MAN. Can you talk to me, honey? Can you talk to me, now?<\/p>\n WOMAN. Yes!<\/p>\n MAN. Well, talk to me like the rain and — let me listen, let me lie here and — listen … [He falls back across the bed, rolls on his belly, one arm hanging over the side of the bed and occasionally drumming the floor with his knuckles. The mandolin continues<\/i>] It’s been too long a time since — we levelled with each other. Now tell me things: What have you been thinking in the silence? — While I’ve been passed around like a dirty postcard in the city … Tell me, talk to me! Talk to me like the rain and I will lie here and listen.<\/p>\n WOMAN. I —<\/p>\n MAN. You’ve got to, it’s necessary! I’ve got to know, so talk to me like the rain and I will lie here and listen, I will lie here and —<\/p>\n WOMAN. I want to go away.<\/p>\n MAN. You do?<\/p>\n WOMAN. I want to go away!<\/i><\/p>\n MAN. How?<\/p>\n WOMAN. Alone!<\/i> [She returns to window<\/i>] I’ll register under a made-up name at a little hotel on the coast …<\/p>\n MAN. What name?<\/p>\n WOMAN. Anna — Jones … The chambermaid will be a little old lady who has a grandson that she talks about … I’ll sit in the chair while the old lady makes the bed, my arms will hang over the — sides, and — her voice will be — peaceful … She’ll tell me what her grandson had for supper! — tapioca and — cream … [The Woman sits by the window and sips the water<\/i>] — The room will be shadowy, cool, and filled with the murmur of —<\/p>\n MAN. Rain?<\/p>\n WOMAN. Yes. Rain.<\/p>\n MAN. And?<\/p>\n WOMAN. Anxiety will — pass — over!<\/p>\n MAN. Yes …<\/p>\n WOMAN. After a while the little old woman will say, Your bed is made up, Miss, and I’ll say — Thank you … Take a dollar out of my pocketbook. The door will close. And I’ll be alone again. The windows will be tall with long blue shutters and it will be a season of rain — rain — rain … My life will be like the room, cool — shadowy cool and — filled with the murmur of —<\/p>\n MAN. Rain….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Next on my script shelf: A Tennessee Williams one-act called Talk To Me Like the Rain … And Let Me Listen, included in 27 Wagons Full of Cotton And Other One-Act Plays. A favorite with actors. There are two unnamed … Continue reading