Walking home late last night, Rebecca and I found ourselves caught in a downpour. The heat of the first real summer weekend had given way to a hard summer rain that soaked us in heavy sheets. This type of rain invigorates me. It is a baptism of sorts. It is a shedding of the heat and the burden, and a license to marvel, to run, to laugh, and to abandon worry and inhibition. I had already recorded this little searching guitar part when we found ourselves made new in the the rain. It was in need of its voice, and the squall gave it something to sing about. The song hinges on the low harmony of the chorus. It sneaks in and hollows out a basin under the song; a pool for the rain to fill in. It is a simple offering, and I sincerely hope you enjoy listening to it.
lyrics
First hard rain of summer
After midnight it came
And the streetlights are scattered
And cast all around you
Oh what a sight are we
And everyone laughs
As they're running for cover
Because we're made new
When we're caught in the rain
Oh the city is our keeper
There's a key in every drop
And for only a moment
The storm is a lifetime
Oh what a life is this
And everyone laughs
As they're running for cover
Because we're made new
When we're caught in the rain