This weekly songwriting project tends to skew toward the autobiographical, and this week's song carries that trend to quite literal territory. As I sat at home, listening to the rain, and waiting for my love to return, I wrote song about sitting at home, listening to the rain, and waiting for my love to return. Summer storms create the greatest soundscapes, full of rhythm both mesmerizing and anticipatory. The sound fills the waiting with romance. I played quietly so I could keep an ear on the rain. I sang softly, that I might hear the doorknob creak.
lyrics
The sound of the rain
Wait for your love
As you bask in it
Though the sun don't shine
We didn't ask for it
We've got light enough
To make up for it
However you came
However you are
I want you just like that
From my lips to God's ear
You're just right like that
From my lips to your ear
As a matter of fact
I listen to the rain
And I wait for the sound
Of your hand at the door
And the whole wide world
It won't matter no more
And the whole wide world
It don't matter no more